David Taylor

Rookie (3rd January 1956 / LONDON, UK)

Getting Old? - Poem by David Taylor

A lush and lustful perturbation,
in an enormous conurbation,
near the noisy railway station,
where we met and ate crustacean,
prior to our affectation,
and we found the ocean basin,
of our love and consternation,
oh how I miss the expectation,
of our romantic assignation….

And now we meet in quiet places,
hushed with many softer faces,
next to rural woodland copses,
enjoying apples mainly cox’s,
in our freedom of love that traces,
all our life till this body ceases,
oh how we enjoy the chasteness,
of our devotion born of lushness,
when we were so very young.

Comments about Getting Old? by David Taylor

  • (4/1/2007 1:00:00 AM)

    It's supposed to get better with age, is it not? Passion is beyond a state of mind and the heck with age for we are as young as we feel......another joy to read....mm. :) xo (Report)Reply

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  • (2/22/2007 6:24:00 PM)

    I do so agree with Allison......in both respects......

    Love, D.

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  • (2/22/2007 6:06:00 PM)

    Lovely write.... but why should age stop such indulgence in pleasure...


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 22, 2011

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