24 June, 2007.
Two adventurers paused on a mountainside;
On the flank of a mountain they rested.
The smoke from their fire curled wafting away,
And they pulled at their pipes and talked easily.
The view was vast and varied, and they watched with
experienced eyes;
Then one turned to the other and spoke —
Promise me that you’ll never stop adventuring.
Promise me that you’ll never grow old.
Promise me that
The youth inside you
Will not wither.
For I have lost many companions,
Though none were as dear as you;
And my heart is tired of loss.
For the spirit inside me will never grow old,
Though all around me die.
I need a companion who will not fall away,
Who will not leave me walking alone.
There is so much yet to see;
There is so much life to live.
Don’t leave me like the others –
Don’t grow old.
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I also post short poems to Tumblr sometimes. You can find them by searching my Tumblr blog for the tag 'poem'.
