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Mr. Peaks: a parable

26 Jan

Youth, courting love,

spared no introduction.

Labored in maintenance

for objects gathered,

clearing a space for assumption, fell into old age.

Awarded with memories

that come and fade

of objects and maintenance

unable to seduce the maid.

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4 Comments

Posted by on January 26, 2014 in AARP, Love, parable, Philosophy, prose, Zen

 

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4 responses to “Mr. Peaks: a parable

  1. Mary

    January 26, 2014 at 10:26 am

    Sometimes, however, one can hope to find in ‘age’ what one did not find in ‘youth.’

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  2. brian miller

    January 26, 2014 at 12:43 pm

    ha. it might not be a bad thing…the made might drive us to an early grave…smiles.
    it happens to all of us you know….

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  3. Sherry Blue Sky

    January 26, 2014 at 1:58 pm

    I love what Brian says, hee hee. And, also, what Mary says. An oblique and well-written parable. I love “fell into old age” – that’s what happens. But we go kicking and screaming!!!!!

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  4. Gabriella

    January 28, 2014 at 3:37 pm

    Bitter sweet words, ZQ! We can feel the awkwardness of youth through your words.

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