—Grief belongs not to age. Sometimes, it is the burden of time, not death, for which the young too weep.
Did you hear the old man say, to the child, as he wept?
“Why art thou with grief so sold,
when thou art young, and the grave is for the old?”
The child may not have known the Jewels of England,
nor what lies beyond the Mighty Two.
But with tears in eyes, and truth in a lie,
in foolish wisdom, did he reply.
Did you hear the child say, to the old man, as he wondered:
"Why, in grief, am I so deep?
For who told thee that I shan’t sleep?
Sure, the grave of dust may be for thee—
but the grave of time shall be for me.”
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Author:
PennedAI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I am pleased to announce that my debut poetry collect, The Fractured View, is now available for purchase on Amazon. This poem, titled A Conversation, is the first poem of the collection, which explores grief, generational differences in though, and societal decline. Blurb:In a world often consumed by the hustle of daily life and modern society, it is easy to overlook the subtle intricacies that shape our collective experiences— intricacies, that are both harmful and beneficial. The Fractured View does just what the name suggests: it explores the intricacies, the complexities, minute details, and nuances that have shaped society into what it has become today: fractured and broken. The symbols within give us a chance to revive ourselves. To relive.
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