The Transplant Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
The Transplant
The Transplant
You throb slowly and evenly today,
does it mean you have accepted your
fate that you at only thirty shall live
with an old man like me? Faithful, but
could you have done other wise?
My fear is having done this sacrifice
at such a tender age you might, when
reaching middle age, revolt, feel you
have wasted your time with me,
become bitter and self destructive.
I must warn, because I do love you,
(I even stopped smoking for you)
if you let me down you will be cast
into the wilderness of no life only
because you can’t dance anymore?
Irate the heart cries and skip a beat
worryingly, been threatened by
the man it gave itself too. Why can’t
he, get off his backside and take his
wife to the ball.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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5/4/2024 2:31:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Despite your title, which speaks for itself, at first I believed you to be talking about a young woman who has given herself to an older man. That is the danger of not reading carefully and of bringing my own imagination and experiences to the text. Looking closely and carefully now, I see that you are clearly referring to a young heart having been transplanted into an older man. Anyway, this is a fine write and one that has given me an idea of writing metaphorically about a young woman who has fallen in love with an older man and whether he will have the vitality to keep up when he is a much older man and she still a vital woman in middle age.