Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 23,533 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

Old Age - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Whereon work I
Old age
with me blares
all round
and
at the door
ringing the bell
A figure with a scythe
humming.

Topic(s) of this poem: aging


Comments about Old Age by Emmanuel George Cefai

  • Daniel Brick (3/9/2015 6:38:00 AM)


    noise, NOISE, N-0-I-S-E ] the constant reminder of aging, even as you think, My life is slipping away, more of it has slipped away - and then the actual figure of death, leering, humming, in no particular rush to close the deal... Oh, my, but we are far from Andrew Marvell's AND AT BACK I ALWAYS HEAR TIME'S WINGED CHARIOT HURRYING NEAR: that is such an elegant, staid image of death, we can almost respect it. Not this clowning around - it's undignified! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 7, 2015



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