My first poem in around 6 months, not much to say about it to be honest...very straight forward unless you want to find the real message :P. I would like to dedicate this to My bestest Friend, Lauren Byrne ♥ Go raibh mle maith agat!!
*An Fonn Bán*
“The great thing about getting older is that you don't lose all the other ages you've been” - Madeleine L'Engle
Changing times have led me to believe
Growing older ‘s not exactly what it seems,
That element of fear -
Or desire to remain
Younger than old,
Age played like a game.
Ideas emerge.
Melancholic minds appear.
The young dream of maturity
Its wisdom they hold dear.
As the elderly desire in contrast
To wash away their years
Then they do realise,
“Sure Tír na nÓg could never last”
A cycle of unhappiness-
In which you must deal
Inner ambitions of becoming an Elder?
Or regrets of not living that you feel?
An obsession with age
Will constantly linger
Maybe an annoyance, disease or stage.
But if you care to live,
And you have that desire
Live like you’re Young and never tire.
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