Age
by Ken HarnischLet not the poets always savage age
It brings wisdom, finally, even to the dense
And softens wild passions, even rage
And makes the mad emotions less intense
So soulful permutations find their way
To minds so firmly in the grip of fire
And the wiser, quieter man I am today
Is much better off, and even now inspires
But it was no vacuum in which this man was birthed
Nor sageness layered on with just the years
No, the best of what I was came slow, unearthed
Sediment by sediment, with wisdoms tears
And each one I spilled made me a better man
Whom, tomorrow, I hope Im better than
09/13/2000
