Age as After Another Poet

UNLIKE become the zests
In one hull to live together
Begun a craving in a cradle,
Age of minority, to mither,
To parry the yoke, once aware;
Sad, at the end of the tether,
Trifling free, all age they do blither,
To hatred ― livid, all age aglare.

For the rind’s breathing revel,
Every walk dares the devil,
In eager with life love affair:
Young age keen on colors of passion,
Old age preen, in tinctures ashen,
To tedium ― all give the air.

The Greek one or only love to discuss,
Save the two loves, praise the young Bard ―
No age is there of need to my love:
For methinks word cannot stay too long.

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Copyright © Teresa Pelka

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