Twenties

Twenties

A Poem by Lau Thiam Kok

When you are eighty and dying,
What is left from your twenties?
Your skin is rotting you,
Your cosmetics are giving you away,
Your hairs are greying in silence,
Slipping away while you are sleeping.
What is left by then?
My heart never leaves you;
Even one day when you are lying
Under the green land,
If you return
With just a little,
A little tinge of whisper
You make with the wind
That sends you here,
Even though I am sleeping,
I will love you as in my twenties
As I do.

© 2008 Lau Thiam Kok


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I really, really dig this poem. So many people are afraid of old age, but this shows a different side. Aging is a beautiful thing, as long as you never lose your heart. In its simplicity, it is a deep little piece. The ending was solid too:
With just a little,
A little tinge of whisper
You make with the wind
That sends you here,
Even though I am sleeping,
I will love you as in my twenties
As I do.
Really, you have some serious talent. Thank you for sharing such an enlightening piece.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Lau Thiam Kok
Lau Thiam Kok

Budapest, VI., Hungary



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I have moved all my writing to my personal website. Please check them out at: https://lauthiamkok.net/poetic Born in Penang, Malaysia. Studied Bachelor of Applied Arts at University Malaysia Sar.. more..

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