Need a pair of Greaves
for when amid
Branches and Leaves,
Brambles, Bushes
and Old Growth Trees
tend to bark my shins
and scuff the knees
of my pants,
but therein
lies the Romance,
the Element of Surprise,
Age tells,
it never Lies
though not always
Self-Evident
(to ourselves we Lie the most)
we are
(most of us)
indeed
all our own Ghosts,
Shadows of Ourselves,
Lagrime Corpore,
Pale Comparisons
to what may have been
Again,
there lies the Sin...
Sept. 21, 2015
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