Woe To Be [h]old Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

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]n 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?


NOTES

Words in brackets convey two or more meanings
g[r]o[w]n: own gown grown groan go row owe