Too Old

There is no tone in my voice
No particular mood tickles my fancy
Or acceptance of fake apologies
I'm getting too old

For such illusions.

I will not play two ends against the middle
patty-cake
Nor will lies dance across my tongue
I'm getting too old

For such games.

I will not want where I am lacking
cry over spilled milk
If you are to leave then, "Be gone with you."
I'm getting too old

For such heartache.

No silly rhymes
Nor dreams out of reach
Foolish fairy tale loves

For I'm getting too old

For such illusions.

Reviews

[Marie Harrison]

I'm not sure if it's age when you say too old, but instead too mature. I love this mind and heart searching poem. What I love most about it, is that you're leaving all of your regrets behind. You aren't crying over spilled milk or worrying about someone walking away from you. I just love that, it shows great strength! Keep them coming Solidad!