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Poem: The Lion – Love, loss and time

the eyes of time
the eyes of time

The Lion

He is an old lion
but he still
kills his own food

The old lion lies languidly
before another parting sun
He has watered
he has fed
Contentedly he stretches
to his full
still powerful extent

He has hunted
the guile of age
disdaining the extravagance
of youthful speed

He has satisfied
his hungry love of life
with time-defying pride
in the courage
passion and desire
to stay alive
now his lioness
has gone

The old lion
when he could
no longer
kill his food
he’d pick a fight
to lose

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