Lao Tzu says great talent ripens late in life,
some times past the living and into death.
Then what am I to make of loving this strife,
pre-occupied with pain of all that's left?
If love is talent, may it blossom late
so my days aren't spent in woeful regret.
But if flowers are past due of wait
then they decorate a funeral set.
If I plant the seeds continually
steady harvest ripens in all seasons.
This impatient farmer eyes some times sees
only rocky soil without reason.
May passion be instantly frivolous
and hope love's genius endures past my lust.
- By Aurin Squire
some times past the living and into death.
Then what am I to make of loving this strife,
pre-occupied with pain of all that's left?
If love is talent, may it blossom late
so my days aren't spent in woeful regret.
But if flowers are past due of wait
then they decorate a funeral set.
If I plant the seeds continually
steady harvest ripens in all seasons.
This impatient farmer eyes some times sees
only rocky soil without reason.
May passion be instantly frivolous
and hope love's genius endures past my lust.
- By Aurin Squire
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