oh to be safe from this bondage to love
that renders me one aching throb
one pain that eases not
within the locked embrace of time,
some day I'll dwell,
where nothing grows,
where youth at last is spent,
where sun and rain do nurture not
and glances fall on unresponding eyes
infertile land of old age with its assurance of dead desires, no
treacherous kiss, or embrace that delivers only grief,
but a dullness like opium that frees for all time of despair.
Deborah
May The Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
A poem that actually says something, unlike so many here. I am of an age to appreciate that "dullness like opium" phrase. Well done.
Barry
All the best this life can offer you, dear lady,
Jim
Another GREAT poem.
Regis
What a sad poem... but so well done! Excellent.
May I recommend my "Crystal Dreams" and "He Spoke of Leila Rose"?
Doc
Felix
~Nikki~
I am not yet old...but have seen many older people as passionately in love as those in their twenties...for their is no "aging" in amorous hearts, Gloria.
Your poem is lovely. I enjoyed it much!
Amor