In salution of Awe
There exists a magic world of aweDevoid duplicity or flaw
In thought processes still quite raw
In babies new formed minds
No dreams of immortality
Of wealth, of power, or fortunes fee
As sat upon his mothers knee
Alert to all life's chimes
And in the dawning of his life
An infants wonder his delight
To grow to know of sound and sight
A magnificent awesomeness
To see his mothers smiling face
To feel her warmth, tender embrace
Both hearts in rhythm interlaced
As bonding would him bless
And he would grow to boyhood years
To learn of love and yes of fears
But ever awe would dry his tears
Tomorrow a new day
And in the fullness of his time
The boy to man as one would join
His life bizarre, a heady wine
Such games he learned to play
Yet in his multi coloured fame
Still holding strong to wonders flame
A treasure there for all to claim
An ethereal ray of light
A solace to the cynics jibe
Those whom life's wonder has long died
For dreams to me are still alive
Their glow an awesome bright
Brendan.
Poetry by Brendan Finbarr Tully
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Written on 2006-01-23 at 15:19
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