The Question Of Life Poem by PAUL COLVIN

When we meet an old flame or a childhood sweetheart,
Are we rekindling a love to make a new start?
Or are we just hanging to a past that seemed right
It may be naive to think the future is bright.
When we lose out in love, we think of the past
And all of our loves, how long did they last?
A week or a month or two at the most
We loved, then were gone, like a wandering ghost.
Feelings are pure and honest, sincere
And age doesn’t change what your heart holds so dear
So why should it work now, when it didn’t back then?
That same feeling haunts me, again and again.
Does age carry something we missed in our youth?
Does experience conquer the raw and uncouth,
Youthfulness, vigour, the conscience free soul
Or is experience deadened by not being whole?
Are we clutching at straws, hanging by threads
Or do we hope that these thoughts that swim in our heads
Are the answers we seek in our last final fling,
And accepting whatever the future will bring?