Old age brings
delusion
Youth the vengeful
liar
Caught between
confusion reigns
As time restokes
the fire
Tweedledee
and Tweedledum
The Brothers Grimm
delight
What doesn’t rob
by light of day
Will steal from you
at night
Wisdom rots on
twisted vines
That choke
the palace walls
Where jesters climb
in ill attempts
To heed the
emperor’s call
Senility
humility
Where folly
once was young
The years have come
the tears have stayed
—tomorrow on the run
(The New Room: August, 2023)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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‘The years have come’
The tears have stayed’
Neither youth nor old age, will bring full wisdom-(it) rots on twisted vines …I gathered the impermanence of it all, from your well versed poem-great read, as usual…
Thanks Parisab.
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