Age is a sly old stranger
who comes at the close of the day
Age is a regular charmer
who begs to come and stay
Age is like the furniture
you know him like your stairs
Age is a sly old stranger
he’ll catch you unawares
Tag Archives: philosophy
falling from fate… by Toni Cross
sleep
slip
silently
into
internal
isolation
drifting
dreaming
dangerously
falling
from
fate
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born in this world (a quatrain collection) by Toni L.A. Cross
born, birthed into a dark place
squalling, hot tears on a red face
dirt, unresisting cradle of sod
cobwebs, spiders spinning a cap of lace
helpless, laying where angels dare not trod
waiting, hoping for some act of God
flailing, weak and stubborn little mite
strange, wee ethereal creature most odd
squinting, young eyes searching for first sight
knowing, somewhere there must be light
hope, in unlikely foreign ground
strength, unreasonable will to fight
patient, lying in a mound
pensive, listening for some sound
mystery, to simply astound
unknown, undiscovered yet renowned
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this moment… by Toni L.A. Cross
this moment here
just in between
the now and
what has passed away
when today
meets
yesterday
and seconds
tick
from life to death
the space
where action
becomes
legend born
where fame
is made
from
rash impulse
or decision
births regret
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Fighting Gray… By Toni L.A. Cross
Noble warrior renowned
Listen to this harrowing sound
Draining cries of earth’s deep sorrow
We will live to see the morrow?
Life is leaking from a crack
Faceless death will now attack
Who has left us silent here?
What foe won’t visibly appear?
We know not who or why we fight
Though we press on in this bleak night
O! That gray would fade from sight
And black be black and white be white!
The Wisdom of Gavroche 