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 .