*Contemplations of Sunset* I sometimes wonder if I'll get any older If I'll truly be wiser Or if the feeling lingering in my guts when things are wrong If that too shall live on Might it wrinkle away with my skin But maybe still feel it from within? I wonder if my poems will still be out of anger Love, hate, pain that comes before I slumber If I'll have the guts to hold a pen and with only a single line caress a page Or will all tools and talent be thrown in a cage I wonder if I'll have more words or less Will they be written just for fun or to impress Will my little heart still long for love Will at my doorstep cupid finally arrive I wonder if I'll self-loath my good ol'days Or reminisce about them all stuck in a haze I wonder if in the bookshelf will be a chapbook of mine With a touch of the few that I knew in the poetry mine. _Photography_ Bado Nature Visuals _Poetry_ a_subliminal_angel