“Lopped Loop” by Walter W. Quinn III

Old age grips me all over

Soul and mind,

Despite the youth in mine own clover,

Inside it’s what you’ll find.

So young and fruitful, just begun,

Life’s now over, grab the gun.

Only I can see inside,

Only I have been on this ride.

Shown the visions saved behind these eyes,

Record playing ear’s own lies,

My nostrils flaring, aromas deep,

Brain stays ‘lert, memories keep.

Fingers pruning in front of me,

My faith’s now in despair,

Drawn on paper, family tree,

Now fades away, and isn’t fair.

This young I am, but still I’ve known,

Years passed before they’ve truly been,

All of this I have been shown,

But now those cubs aren’t in my den.

Wishes made, some granted,

Quips of love sincerely chanted.

But now split, love departed,

In strange land, all uncharted.

Living the lives of several twice

When just these so far have been concise,

Golden years coming far too early,

These youthful years far from pearly.

Despite his foothold in my consciousness,

My body old age cannot take away,

Until the two, unbroken in ferociousness,