And as I age, my youth betray me,
whilst you beside me, replete
of your youth, ill spent or nay,
a timeless bond of love and passion
not yet spent like children of haste
and waste. In age and wisdom lies some folly.
For it is not wisdom that makes us love
nor time honored customs of adult made
traps. It is love and the spirit of love
that gives us succor for next times
journey toward home.
Theresa Dould Cummings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem