Doyen's Advice.
When ye from infant toys have flown,
far from boyhood realms, to manly status grown,
shalt thou seek with ever pursuant flair
ambitious wealth, employing uncouth prayer
and thy mortal ear, inert to Doyen's sway,
whose prize, is measured in the gift of every day,
whose, once treasured threads of youth, alleviate
the woven pain, embroidered in the tapestry of fate,
though now the coloured rainbow, is sun clothed spun,
the waiting moon, has yet its course to run,
so, speak a virtuous charter that vice may overhear
and thoughts, that would to all goodness steer,
make proud the path, and with companions share
thy cherished creation, whose seconds are so rare.
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Posted: Aug 2013
Comments (10)
I think Phil - it's a case of hopefully making more right than wrong choices as time hurtles on dragging us in its wake. The sadness is that we probably never really appreciate the doyens in our youth... we think we know it all without their input, and it's only as we get older we realise we know nothing of the sort.
A well constructed poem.
Bill
...make proud the path, and with companions share... I happily embrace this Doyen's Advice. Thank you for sharing thy cherished creation that adds its weave to the tapestry of fate.
Thanks for your comment, just remember that you have the talent of vibrant youth, treasure it.
Phil.
The transition that we
all go through to adulthood.
Then, it becomes our choice
on which path to take or continue on.
I choose to live the remainder
years of life in a very positive
way, treat all with respect and
Cherished what memories
and abilities, talents we have left.
Very wisely inspired
piece Ms. Requiny2006
Best
J
Mr. Doyens.
Im typing without my glasses.
Thank you for this beautiful
Piece.
With all Respect
J
Thank you for kind comment, I am indeed fortunate, in those early days, I in blind faith took the opportunities, all be in against the odds, I now in my eighties can look back and with a sense of satisfaction, quietly say, I did it, had I not, then the years that I live now would be empty.
Phil.