adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Mankind Was Yet Young, a poem

Mankind Was Yet Young

A tribe of two we were,
through long glacial night;
a cave become our world,
our sun the fire’s light.
Entwined in robes of fur,
bodies pressing tight;
cold winds howled and swirled,
this our one birthright,

to live and die and love
when mankind was yet young —
all this was enough
when mankind was yet young.

Stephen Brooke ©2017

I could see lengthening this, maybe, but not right now

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