Crone, Sage of Age

An old woman
Mind of a child
Who am i today
The old lady
Crone, sage of age
My child
Wonderment
Fairy tales
Running thru my head
My mythical Kniight
I know is somewhere
One who
Sweeps maidens of age
Off their feet
Honoring them
Giving them praises
Never received
I am child
I am woman
Giver of life
Into physical existence
Leader in all ways
Even though not
Conceded by others
Who wish to remain
In charge
As wars and destruction
Are wrought on humankind
Without thought
Other than ego driven
Chest pounding
Self-destruction
And so,
Pendulums swing
Wide, side-to-side
Slowly centering itself
Part of the tree of knowledge
For all to partake
An old woman
Mind of a child
Who am i today
The old lady
Crone, sage of age