Through the eyes of a poet one sees;
and the reconciliation.
As the poet stares into the face of death the poet finds beauty and stealth
the poet finds awe and grandeur
and finds himself to be less mature.
As ages past creep into his mind
a story for each isn’t far behind.
The poet sees the bravery and the pageantry.
But worst yet, the poet sees,
February 12, 1990