Coming up three score and ten

the end of days is fast approaching

Where have all the sunsets gone

while I was living day to day?

Contemplate the living billions

few of whom have made a mark

I guess I will be one of them

 a clump of earth then soon forgot.

Back when Caesar walked the earth

I'm sure the millions thought the same

never having done great things

so unlike the brave Achilles.

And yet in life I found true love

my children call me everyday

a man who has no enemies

is blessed beyond what he can measure.

Some of us have dreams no longer

vegetating in our chairs.

As for me I still do dream

while contemplating poetry.

I want to walk in  Samarkand

and hear an owl call the watch

or see a spider weave his curtain

in the palace of the Caesars

or  tea with Empress T'zu Hsi 

jasmine in her moon pavilion

Summer in Tsarskoye Selo

warm breeze off the Baltic Sea

Originally published in Fictionique

http://fictionique.com/?p=10104

©Toritto - (words) - 2011