The courage
To still confront
Ageing, any mirror
With neither shame
Nor puling denial

The courage
Of (s)he always
The true warrior
The one ever
Disdaining weaponry

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 15, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. impressed
    that you
    still have
    a mirror 🙂

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  2. It does take courage… Maybe tomorrow. I’m still 20 and it’s 1967 – the Summer of Love. 😄

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I like the continuous confidence you show.

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