On AgingDespising my sluggish youth as a child,
I once wished myself to be fully-grown;
now grown, no longer am I as beguiled
with growing up (as mid-life I bemoan);
experience and wisdom are sublime,
but the salad days of youth eternal
are what makes poems of beauty rhyme;
for age and dotage are universal.
Instead, be in the winter of thy life
with love, for love restores thee like a tonic;
carves out the melancholy like a sharp knife;
and silences the voices demonic.
To age well, live well: so love and be loved;
and bar not the support of thy beloved.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2021-04-26 at 12:09
Tags Age  Life  Love
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