Beautiful Truth

so many ‘last times’ have long passed

slipping unnoticed surreptitiously

beneath my fogged horizon,

so many past experiences, emotions

that can never be repeated

with the same authenticity

the same vivacity of youth,

so here I stand a splintered husk

a man decrying his own vulgarity

denied the electrifying frissons

that surge when beauty presents itself

unable to feel its proximity

see the glow of its warm skin

the youthful melody of its songs

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© Graham Sherwood 09/2020