Poem 145 – Perceptions of Love

Time changes perceptions of life –
As children, we laugh at love,
While as youths ’tis our only strife.
As adults we chuckle from above
At the idea of love eternal,
Unbound and wild and free.

But while silver glistens in our hair,
And wrinkles mar our brows,
We smile to see that youths still care,
As then, as ever, and as now –
Love can take us through fires infernal
Or unto heaven’s divinity.

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Dear readers,

This poem should not be seen as a criticism of any of these viewpoints – each is worthy of poetry of itself. And I’m sure that many will disagree with my characterisation of each age. But even so, I hope you enjoy this poem.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic

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