Cliff Poems
Do Anything We Please
Oh when we were young
the world was drunk and easy to walk.
But in older age,
vision is blurred sober, hips crack hurt,
and teenagers are cursed for their shallow new customs.
I look at them and imagine their imaginations,
hoping they are honest with an appetite
for the hot night and its sunrise lessons,
That they work painting pictures,
dream without warning,
and carry the virtues that moved calendars
in their backpacks as they're marching.
I can only pass on time and my poems,
filled with the individual wisdom
of divine moments had standing still
in a lost space that I happened to write down
feeling like i owned heaven.
I give it freely, uncorrupted,
with every last heartbeat
through silent wishes to which anyone can listen.
And I know that they are,
I can hear it in their songs.
If we are the last ones left,
we all sing along.
the world was drunk and easy to walk.
But in older age,
vision is blurred sober, hips crack hurt,
and teenagers are cursed for their shallow new customs.
I look at them and imagine their imaginations,
hoping they are honest with an appetite
for the hot night and its sunrise lessons,
That they work painting pictures,
dream without warning,
and carry the virtues that moved calendars
in their backpacks as they're marching.
I can only pass on time and my poems,
filled with the individual wisdom
of divine moments had standing still
in a lost space that I happened to write down
feeling like i owned heaven.
I give it freely, uncorrupted,
with every last heartbeat
through silent wishes to which anyone can listen.
And I know that they are,
I can hear it in their songs.
If we are the last ones left,
we all sing along.
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Do Anything We Please
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