Alex and Teddy Blog

As I approach 40
Gray starts to show
Recovery starts to slow
Only the car is sporty

My face remains so young
My mind ever so sharp
Love bursts from my heart
Oh, but weakness in my lungs

I give even more
But take even less
To clean this worldly mess
The mess I abhor

I have precious few worldly riches
Two sisters like the Stygian Witches
My ancient brothers away they keep
Faithful cats guard my sleep

If art captured my soul
The treasures it would behold
The virtue and the glow
As pure as arctic snow

Hate my facial youth
Hate my childlike mind
It will only keep you blind
To the power of my truth