Painting and Poem by Dr Abe V Rotor
Imagery in the inner eye, old yet new,
of boyhood in frolic and abandon;
a waterfall forever flowing
down the river in summer season.
Youth, be not proud, the old often warned,
for having lost but once your prime,
the sun sets earlier each day and hour,
and the once sweet bell no longer chime.
And the hammock lulls you not to dream
but sleep while the world goes round,
and gaining consciousness once again,
one step getting old you're bound.
Not when the waterfall is alive and strong,
not when the boy in you calls every day
of boyhood in frolic and abandon;
a waterfall forever flowing
down the river in summer season.
Youth, be not proud, the old often warned,
for having lost but once your prime,
the sun sets earlier each day and hour,
and the once sweet bell no longer chime.
And the hammock lulls you not to dream
but sleep while the world goes round,
and gaining consciousness once again,
one step getting old you're bound.
Not when the waterfall is alive and strong,
not when the boy in you calls every day
among your restless kind seeking adventure -
youth the greatest hour is here to stay. ~
youth the greatest hour is here to stay. ~