Age is not only golden sunset scene.
Age is ache and heartache, anger, spleen,
impotence, frustration, loneliness
balancing what is with that which might have been.
Age and grace g[r]o[w] hand in hand ? Odds lean
on empathy where love and friendship lean
together, each each helping to progress
towards dark night, light steady, bright and keen.
If Youth knew, or Age could, - that ‘if’ obscene !
Yet compromise with Time is never seen.
If immortality could ever bless
existence, might not Death become the dream ?










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