Half time goes by, suddenly you're wise, another blink of an eye 67 is gone. The sun is getting high. We're moving on...

This is a poem I wrote in the last few months. Check it out. The title/lyric comes from Five For Fighting's song 100 years. Click the title and visit their website.

Ptolemy
By J.D. Rose

In the warm winter of his life I found a friend;
alive and dying, balding and youthful, glowing
in awe of what the world could still teach him.
I would sit and ask him where I was going

and he would say it was for me to decide.
There were moments when I thought I could
overcome the world in a fair fight.
He would smile, wrinkled and wide, and say I should.

His lessons were always that love always wins.
His stories were always recollections of grace.
though a violent act never flowed through his hands
one glimpsed a warrior's spirit on his face.

But as long as we have journeyed I have been the stronger,
and though a wise mentor he remains, he'll be my conscience no longer.