Love Is For The Young

I’ve been asked the question.

“You’re old,” they said.
“Why do you speak of love?
For everyone knows love
Is for the young -”

Indeed, I am not young, I’ve lived
A half-a-century;
I’ve seen the seasons go and
Changes rung —

But love, I think’s perennial,
It always comes around;
It has a way of
Filling up our lives

Until we can see nothing else
And no one else, besides.
It’s there with us,
And like us it
Survives

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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