renaissance men
forlorn, having lost everything
caged by their modesty
moored, deep in the mud
bubbling up from their past
not to worry
the lust in their hearts
grows weaker now
courage to live right
and rites of passage face them
like bold stanzas across time
meter unbroken, but
the words meander
along gilded pages, frozen in time
and they search, slow, pensive,
wide and far 'round the earth
for one last chance at love,
one minute of rebirth
short hills, nj
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