As you turn old, aged and bored,
Reminiscing the glow on your beauty,
Then open the doors to pages of wisdom
Lured into the fire of rythm.
The secret your eyes held
Buried deep within your youth
Amid watching a plate of stars above your head ,
The locked secrets resurface.
Many love your grace, but one loves your innocent soul,
Beauty loved by love false or true, but one true love loved your soul.
She bent down with a changing face, while he confessed his love,
Hiding his face in a crowd of stars.
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The Vulnerability
PoetryThe following is a poem which is an adaptation of the original poem 'When You Are Old' by William Butler Yeats. P.S. - This poem was written as a group discussion activity back when I was in 8th Grade. A lot of the lines were modified by me but I wi...
