A Lament for Lost Youth and Love
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!...how do I long for
your renewal (in my now loveless life)
of me through the fair virgins of folklore
whose maidenhood can quench my lustful strife!
Now in the fall of my increasing years,
I have lost youth and love as old age nears.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2018