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Yesteryear (The Fountain Of youth)

Poetry By: CRoberts
Religion and spirituality

A short poem telling the story of a man who, is a desolate world, stumbles accross the fountain of youth. However, immortality comes at a price.

Submitted:Sep 10, 2012    Reads: 45    Comments: 5    Likes: 3   


My mouth was parched in the years beyond the known.

The Mayan's clock ceased to tick, destiny was blind.

With water a fading memory I walked the world alone

until coming across a fountain the fates dared to be kind.


I lowered my head to the waters crystal clear

when a melodic voice rung through my head uncouth.

'Each sip from here, gain a day, yet lose one more from yesteryear'

'How thirsty will you have to be to drink from the fountain of youth'


I thought it worth the price, to gain and lose a day.

Flowing like diamonds through fingers of greed

each mouthful I dared swallow made a memory fade away.

My innocence rebuilding, erasing each and every deed


Drinking my fill, losing past thoughts both small and grand

I clasped on to one, of a ring I was giving.

With panic I wretched, hurling liquid of life onto sand

For without memories of love, life cannot be worth living…


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