Young Love Through Aged Eyes

I watch a pair of lovers on the pier. They're young,
Not much like me. Their urgency intoxifies.
They skip and caper, kiss and wrap each other
In each other's tendrils. Smiling, laughing, never
Stopping talking, they surge toward the sea,
Then back to shore. They feed each other
Ice cream cones, and I (no longer fond of sweets)
Examine them. They seem so strange. I turn
To go back home at last, and dream that,
One day, you will come to caper with me
On the pier, to show me that such urgent
Love as they exhibit, is ours, too, and I,
Despite this carapace of numbness, have
Retained within the passion that those
Lovers know, though they're like you.
They are not much like me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-07-21 at 10:59

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