Choices that confront our humanity can wound our deepest honor.

Painting by Issey Nakajima-Farran

Old friend your eyes droop
sagging smiles of joy
the patter is gone
the jittering, bone-shuddering shakes of love.

I see your once massive chest heave, rolling slow
so very tired it rises and wavering, falls
echoing calls of honor and madness
elegance and buffoonery were your staples.



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Kevin Farran

Kevin Farran


Kamakura based writer, lover of Great Danes, vintage cars, good red wine, bonsai and the Bard