Shroud of age

Halfway through life
Wondering how I’ve got here.
Tears,  joy, sadness, sighs,
Dreams are far, yet near.

This new phase that I face
Is a mistery and a wonder.
A young mind in disgrace
My body aches in thunder.

Can I buy another disguise
Maybe time or new skin?
Would a shroud made up of lies
Reconnect me with my kin?

The moon that rules my soul
Has truly blessed my mind,
Thoughts hot as charcoal
Burning the past behind.

Halfway to meet death
Wondering how I got t’is stage!
Tears of joy, a sighing breath
Dreams under a shroud of age.

Buddha through the Ring

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