Mural in acrylic, AVR 2009
Imagery in the inner eye, old yet new,
of boyhood in frolic and laughter;
a waterfall forever flowing
down the river even in summer.
for having lost but once your prime,
the sun sets earlier each day and hour,
and the once sweet bell no longer a chime.
And the hammock lulls you not to dream
but sleep while the world goes 'round,
and gaining consciousness once again,
one step nearer to God you're bound.
Not when the waterfall is alive and strong,
not when the boy in you calls every day
among other urchins seeking adventure.
Youth be not proud, you seem to say. ~
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