Apart

What’s together will soon be apart.

That is a very important truth.

It has no mercy on a man’s heart.

It may grind his soul into the dirt

Whether in his age or in his youth.

 

I once knew a girl with long black hair.

Said she’d love me throughout all our lives.

Thought she’d be a love beyond compare.

Though she left me in complete despair.

I don’t know how my soul now survives.

 

Now youth is gone and replaced with age.

My health is in the past, now it’s true.

There is a chance I might be a sage.

O time does pay quite a bitter wage,

A mournful wisdom that does accrue.

 

 

I’ve taken a chance, on this one, on writing a kind of a narrative poem.  I’ve used Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken’ as a bit of a prototype.

 

 

On Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, we’ve been asked to write a poem based upon the word:  APART .

 

 

 

 

 

 

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