GreyScale
A poem about transitioning into old age. To always maintain the inner beauty of ones soul
The bottoms of oceans around the world,
always with the same shape,
an ocean cannot age,
sometimes water may freeze,
sometimes it evaporates,
life comes and goes.
I’m not afraid of pirates,
father time will eventually steal your soul.
The voyage through life,
pirates are not wrong,
I don’t like hide,
with seek,
there are,
blessings in the millions.
One blessing in particular,
its raw materials unable to stock the shed,
how do you carry the unknown,
instead seek the divine,
our time proves lucky,
today it’s impossible to build a ghost ship.
On this side of light and dark,
a soul is always shined upon,
beautiful and sparkling,
perhaps transcendent from a distant star,
your pirate treasure will be found,
let me treat you to a treasure chest of gold.
