Fostered in Time (Soliloquy)

You are aging with grace,

your words still brand-new

to virgin ears—

yet ancient to the time

they were fostered in.

The smile you yield now is

a radiance of your reflected

Queen,

standing infinite by your side 

after records of nostalgia.

Your pen has stood on 

everything Kingly of a black man,

waisting no time getting your

words out

— not faltering your base.

—JG  ©2026