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.