ivor or ivor.e hogg
Frustration - Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg
I would that I could ever be.
Allowed to worship thy beauty.
but thou hast little time for men
now past their three score years and ten.
But old men still dream young men’s dreams.
So when I sleep it truly seems
thou wouldst accept me as a swain
for I am young and strong again.
I wot that in reality
such foolish dreams can never be.
The secret dreams I dare not share
are but a burden that I bear.
Desire outlives ability
a lesson in humility.
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