(15 August 1858 – 4 May 1924 / Kennington / Surrey / England)

Age To Youth

Sunrise is in your eyes, and in your heart
The hope and bright desire of morn and May.
My eyes are full of shadow, and my part
Of life is yesterday.

Yet lend my hand your hand, and let us sit
And see your life unfolding like a scroll,
Rich with illuminated blazon, fit
For your arm-bearing soul.

My soul bears arms too, but the scroll's rolled tight,
Yet the one strip of faded brightness shown
Proclaims that when 'twas splendid in the light
Its blazon matched your own.

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I find this somewhat fat and phonetically boring.
good one.bold essence appeared. thanks.
This piece touches that forlorn melancholy attendant to the reality that the pages of life turn in one direction. The contrast of a scroll nearly completed to one in which the newness of life still writes with the bright sun of springtime completes the air of melancholy. Richly rendered. Bravo.
Isn't this the essence of poetry? To weave magic around us by the power of the word.... A lovely poem resting squarely on truth
A beautifully envisioned beautiful life song unfolding a part of it's philosophy. Congrats on it's selection as modern poem of the Day.
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