The young men dream and the old men wish
Young men dream and old men wish.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Age make us kinder and wiser. Must fall down many times to appreciate life.
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I knew a boy once.
He knew the dance of desire and laughter.
Time was free and unlimited.
A fine lad he was.
He didn’t know failure.
Failure was for the weak.
Everyone who tried to stop him.
Their fear and hate made him stronger.
The boy told the world.
“Don’t love too hard. Love will turn your world upside down.
Woman are like sweet wine. So sweet to the taste and
will create so much hurt and suffering.”
The dreams turn to goals,
everything was easy.
He had everything he wanted.
He never allowed a woman to touch his heart and soul.
He danced on lies and create bridges that could not be crossed.
One day.
A beautiful red haired woman.
Told him. He was alone and barren in heart and soul.
She came into his life.
She wanted nothing but a gentle touch and dances in the quiet of the night.
He learn to desire love and love was not in the eyes of his beloved.
The wall caved in.
All his toys became worthless.
He looked in the mirror.
Seeing only flesh and bones.
A lonely man with nothing of real value.
The woman that he loved.
Never return the gift of love.
Young wild minds and hearts want pleasure. Not love.
Lust can overtake the desire of love.
The young man learned love cannot be bought.
Love was the base of a good life.
He never tried to grasped.
The red hair beauty left his life.
He tossed away all the victories and gave away all the useless toys.
He saw he had become old and wiser.
Now the old man sat on the beach.
Writing words of praise and life.
He told the young people.
Real wealth in a life isn’t a large house and too much money in the bank.
True wealth is children at your feet and laughter of lovers and friends always near.
The old man sit at the beach and ponder.
Beautiful faces do appear in his memory.
They still can make him smile.
He wish to be young and more wise.
Today he had many burdens. Never enough money.
He learn many thing with time and life.
Raised four children and he had many grandchildren at his feet.
The old man looked at the falling sun into the Pacific ocean.
Thank the Gods of life and death for the red hair girl.
Who broke his heart and made him learn.
Love and kindness is all we got.
Coyote
1992/rewrite 2013
Still wishing the red haired girl death ? That is not wise. People do not teach you to love by breaking your heart , they teach you to love because they love you…..Knowing that she could not be bought …was an important lesson I guess…..You are never too old to live or love!
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Never her death. She was a kindness held in my life. One of my terms I like. “The gods of life and death.” Like Jack London once said. The Gods never lose. They control life and death.
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I love that quote ! Had not heard of it……Thank you for enlightening me…..;-)
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I recomment the book by Jack London called”When Gods laugh.” I wrote 50 new poems because of this book. It is a book of short stories.
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Beautiful, John
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Thank you Rita for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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You are amazing my dear friend! Blessings to you!
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Thank you dear friend. Old age make me wiser.
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🙂 I hope it will do the same to me 😀
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Great piece!
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Thank you. I’m the old man now. Old age bring wisdom.
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Your welcome. I’m looking forward to my wiser moments!
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