Douglas J. Newsom

Young One - Oh Venerated One

Young One,
What heights have you inspired son, or ode to joys created
or reveries of victories been part of, or of life sated?

Why does your portrait not hang upon my walls?

Have you treked and been forgotten? Stood your ground alone?
Embarked, o'er completed something, rode it through a storm?

Oh Venerated One,
I turned too many a leaf, leaving scatterings still unshorn!
Rode great cosmic cycles, beyond and back, far from home!

Don't judge me! I've lived past lives!

A part of me, is a part you, and we are what's been fated!
Scraped, clamoring, through physicality I come, now unabated!