a poem about growing old


SIXTH VIEW OF THE SOUTHERN CROSS

New Zealand, 1200 AD

The heavens need a heavy anchor,

so hold them back, Te Punga,

hold back the rushing nights.

Soon the sky boat will carry me off

while I cling to its trailing rope,

but until then, hold it back, Te Punga.

Published in Cyphers

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2 thoughts on “a poem about growing old

  1. Southern cross
    Only
    Seafarer
    Knows
    It’s
    Value
    &
    Worth.
    Thank you for wonderful poem.
    Stay safe & cheerful.

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