Hamlet In Old Age Poem by Daniel Brick

Hamlet was frozen by his death into a portrait of a young man- -so young he teetered on the edge between maturity and immaturity where he wobbled back and forth back and forth due to his rage and his conscience, some say cowardice but I don't that would be the word I would choose. He didn't get to live to old age but you pose the situation here as what would he be like as an old man. I think this intriguing question deserves a lot more reflection than I have given it, but off the top of my head I don't think his memories of his life and times would have gained much wisdom from the years that passed. If I had ever believed in his love for Ophelia, I still think he would scarcely remember her as she really was or remember any real emotion he felt for her. He might remember a pretended love, a dramatic over-blown love for her. He was a very dramatic young man but weren't we all more emotional as youths... Still there is something about Hamlet that makes me think he would have remained at least half as theatrical and dramatic and egocentric.So I think that he might say this closing line about Ophelia but it would be said with an eye for its dramatic appeal and not much truth would be in it. I think he would be more inclined to discuss skulls and the disturbing relationship between his mother and his uncle. I don't know, Daniel, the more I ponder this the more I lean this way and that. Oh, no, the more I consider Hamlet the more I become like him... yoicks. A huge poem, Daniel, huge. 10000 angels sing this poem to its reward

Yes, dear Ophelia, except for you and me, all the rest I submit willingly to that silence. - - - - - - - - Some memories fade, some we never allow to fade- - -A stunning write about our beautiful memories we keep alive always.

The poem is a beautiful one Daniel. Since I have turned 25, a quarter of a century old, I have gradually come to realise how precious some memories are. Often forgotten these moments reside underneath my consciousness, and come to the surface when I least expect them. Some make me feel happy, some sad, but all of them fill me with a nostalgia for the days that went away. I guess it is not the memories themselves - I don't thik we can remember an incident exactly like it were - but the emotions we felt during those time. The first kiss, the first time falling in love, the heartbreaks; none of them perhaps can be remembered so vividly like the first time. With age the memories become weak, the emotions that were associated with them stronger. Truly, I believe the Prince of Denmark surely has forgotten how he once directed his beloved to the nunnery, but surely remembers the emotions that went through his heart. A poem of memories and emotions, and a beautiful one dear.

So much in our existence does silently go with us And the memories lie buried not far below But the love we lost, remember or still have in us That's the one thing, we never won't let go. This is my interpretation of this more than lonely and heartfelt love story.. So finely written, so softly yet emotionally written. The Older Hamlet speaking and feeling, a fantasti and fae reaching idea, Making this poem, all the more alluring.