It's not too late for conquering the world
when brushes wait war paint to rouge the skin
and strokes display a way to pride unfurl
while canvassing adventures still within.

It's not too soon for packing up the past
whose images made friezes from bold youth
and pathways easily the paths outlast
while printing labels that proclaim old truth.

It's always time for understanding more
where all old things seek slings to move along
and countless new push through loud habit's roar
while odds and ends are sorted right and wrong.

It's never over while another breath
into unfolding future pushes death.

- Robert Stone, 22 March 2014