G et al – Vincent Edward Manda

I am surrounded by a sea of youth,
There is one old man amidst this ocean, and
He risks drowning.
The ocean’s pulling him in
And he does not fight,
Too much.

You would almost
Not notice his age.
It is diluted by this ocean
Of youth,
You can note the marks
And the wears and tears of age
Etched upon his face.

His soul fits in
But the body is aged.

The land of eternal dreams beckons and
He can not stay afloat,
Surely not for so long.


his name rhymes with ‘mince’. He’s rarely without a notebook and can usually be found next to the closest bottle of red wine. Previously a writer for The Roehampton Lane Journal.

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