A Lament for Lost Youth and Love

I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews,
as of a Greek god in his peerless prime,
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire!...how do I most long for
your renewal (in my now forlorn life)
of me for the fair virgins of folklore—
whose maidenhood can quench my lustful strife!
Now in the fall of my increasing years,
I have lost youth and love as old age nears.




Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-30 at 14:29

Tags Life  Aging  Youth 

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A sad sonnet, but filled with images and feelings. Well done.
Ashe
2018-05-30


bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
This is prosodically perfect.
2018-05-30