All good things come to an end
Lilies, roses and gentlemen
So let not your heart be easy to
befriend
Broken hearts are hard to mend
Wrote these lines when I was a
teenager. For some reason I was reminded of them today.
I remember reading once that the best
time to write poetry is in your 20s or earlier. It makes sense...I think you
become far more jaded or lose touch with those delights of emotion as you grow
older. It's like the wonder of a child that only a child can experience... even
wondrous things don't strike us adults with that sort of wonder. Maybe because
responsibility weighs us down. We think in terms of problems, implications,
obligations what not. A child is oblivious to everything practical and flows
through time/space in a sense...not having a coherent sense of it.
But speaking about poems, it's not that
I don't experience profound emotions any more. It is a wonder I do...but I do.
Maybe why this poem surfaced in my mind today...
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 2:41 am
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