Sonnet 23: Who Is To Persuade Me That I Am Old? Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 23: Who Is To Persuade Me That I Am Old?
Who is to persuade me that I am old?
Is it for the mirror to condemn me?
For in my heart is still the youth so bold
Who around the bedchamber did chase thee.
Times furrows around my brow don’t worry,
The stiffness in my joints prevent me not,
I have done nothing to make you sorry,
Through many cold winter and summer hot.
Ambition now gone all that’s left is love.
You are still beautiful, my love’s sweet dream
And love is something we cannot remove
It flows through our life like a living stream.
A rose has more beauty as time passes
And true love lasts with rose tinted glasses.
Just because theirs snow on the roof doesn't mean the fires gone out A lovely comic sonnet with a laovely last line Made me chuckle 10/10 BB : O)
You might get the golden crock pot award for this one, just kidding though powerfully written and studiously composed, a work of art.
Love flows through our life like a living stream Wonderful observation of a living stream. Love is life. Enjoyed this sonnet.
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4/19/2024 1:11:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
And love is something we cannot remove It flows through our life like a living stream beautiful lines! Enjoyed the poem! !