Poetry By Age Is Not Poetry By Numbers
I decided what separates
The poems of the Young
From the poems of the Old
Isn’t the song sung nor story told;
Rather it’s down to The Style
Which captures a Frown or a Smile.
Do You prefer to mentally copulate
With the first prick of fresh heartache,
Or do you prefer the dejection,
Pain and unspared despair
Of often brutally-inflicted
Repeat Rejection
It’s simply a matter of taste.
A Choice doesn’t have to be made.
We can Break your heart Either Way.
Copyright © Jennifer Thomas | Year Posted 2023
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