Age And Desire

Age And Desire short poem

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Our age is a deciduous tree,
sheds yellow desires every year
makes room for new ones
in the spring of opportunity.

Some desires resemble oak leaves,
cramped and brown- still cling in mothers’ bosoms
like our plans, albums, possessions.
Alas, trees can’t expand like us for new desires!

Age and tree deviate at summer’s end.
Age teaches to seek nectar of life..
Desires leave slough of leaves
and follow age as a sincere dog.

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Brought up at the lap of nature, traveled around thousand miles for bread and butter but finally returned to poetry, my boyhood love.
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