Alas and alack! The inescapable realities of growing older and being a sometimes lonely, lovelorn bachelor-poet.

A Lament for Lost Love and Youth

I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews
as of a Greek god in his peerless prime
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire! do I long for
your renewal (in my now loveless life)
of me and for the virgins of folklore
whose maidenhood can quench my lustful strife!
Now in the fall of my increasing years,
I have lost love and youth as old age nears.

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
Read 212 times
Written on 2018-05-30 at 14:29

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email
dott Print text

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
A sad sonnet, but filled with images and feelings. Well done.

This is prosodically perfect.