the wheel of time spins without control, and soon enough we'll find ourselves sitting on the bench being old and helpless if we regret our wasted youth.
the map of remorse reflects its Coordinates in the mirror. "argh ............those spear like lines that had conquered my lands of youth!" he screams silently facing the mirror the affluence of beauty and charm are buried now they are buried now! beneath the depth of those creased lines, they are buried now. HOARY, DREARY ,WEARY those are the X,Y and Z of remorse he sees in the mirror. "where is this youth elixir crap I read in books ?" he screamed loudly facing the mirror "I'll find me an alchemist, I'll find me an alchemist, may he'll make me one " the ruthless spectator of logic laughed sarcastically to the pointless charade arguing : SPEAR LIKE LINES! you said it yourself elasticity does not get replenished
the march of time Latifa, we can only hope it treats us kindly, a lovely poem reflecting on the aging process, you have much charm in your words and poetry in your soul :)
It's not the looks that count, but the feelings of the heart that keeps us young. Thank you for this inspiring writing, Latifa. :) Rudi
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
exactly, the looks doesn't matter, what I try to convey through this piece is the regret some people.. read moreexactly, the looks doesn't matter, what I try to convey through this piece is the regret some people have when they don't get advantage of their youth, getting old comes with its own leverage but sometimes it can be the era of regret and remorse of our wasted youth that we didn't use :), thank you for the review .
"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek"
Joseph cambell
this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..