Told too old

To write poetry

Only the young

Have the joy

And angst



But here to tell you

That old eyes see

The heart-thumping beauty

Of tree tips

Blending into a cottony sky

And that old hearts break

When the promise of

Fairy tale endings

(That didn’t even come close

To relationship reality)

Sarcastically sneer

The old have the right

To write poetry

Through our graying angst


And our wrinkled but pure

Vision of human-to-earth

We ache but elate also…

© 2015 ViataMaja, Poezija


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