Tears
Tears come too frequently with age.
The old accentuate despair
And store up their disappointments,
Accepting, with its bitter taste,
The enormity of failure.
They learn to love the shorter days
And seek comfort in the darkness.
They hanker for secure times,
Now just beyond their memory,
When tears they wept were pure joy.
Stephen Gospage
Thu 21st Apr 2022 08:39
Thank you, Frederick, for your fascinating analysis of this. One of the values of this blog is that it gives writers food for thought and a chance to revisit the original poem. Thanks again.