'A Submissive Flame'

Gone are the waves - 
that rocked youths boat,
Now remaining gentle ripples,
the ships of his youth are but specks
on the horizons of his yesterdays.

He is a settled man,
contentment he has found.
..................

Nothing to disturb the sediments of his life,
goodbye turbulent youth,
So full of life's foolish follies,
merging now to the recesses of his mind.
Resting near dormant,
like, a half spent match.

He is a settled man, 
contentment he has found.
..................

His submissive flame
became an ember, of yesterdays,
growing into a settled glowing ash.
The casting nets have now drawn in
the fragments of youth, which have
Harvested into submission.

He is a settled man,
contentment he has found.
..............................

Olivia Johns Wright ...