Rage And Age - Poem by Amy Marie
Age was handcuffed – but claimed to be free –
Down the isle proceeding.
Like fireworks – glittered her dress –
While Rage at her gazed for a while.
Sheer white curtains beside them draped –
Met they at the isle's end.
“Will you be the cause of me? ” asked Rage of Age –
Answered she with “Yes, away separation we'll send! ”
Not but a candle – the way lit –
Down Destiny's hall to the door.
Each other they led – hand in hand
They'll breathe together some more!
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