(I)
In the seventies
old souls with young faces
went looking for revolutions’ places
found heroes called Bob Dylan
looked in music for something
more than melody
danced with metaphors deep
and blue.
Now young souls with old faces
say, ‘Who on earth was he?’
and one wonders is there any
such thing as
legacy
to the old and young set in stone
are they open to change?
When will young faces have
young souls
and old souls have old faces
Or is it all a dreamer’s mask?
And a distraction to the true task
as we all face the fading of our bones.
To live the poet’s life
let the words
find the souls they belong to
doesn’t matter old or young
look beyond the face
listen to wisdom from every voice
keep alive the questioning of youth
and in the silence after
sing
the open door.
(c June Perkins
Ripple Poetry 