When Touched by Time’s Unrelenting Hand

By PoeticMeditations

When touched by Time’s unrelenting hand,
Luxuriant tresses now begin
To fade to gray as if by command;
The flame of passion grows weak and dim.

When earthly cares have plowed deep furrows
Upon the smooth brow and ’round the corners of the eyes,
Proud breasts now humbled by Time’s sorrows,
The once-lilting voice now breathes but sighs.

When all the cherished dreams have turned to sand,
Will love that bloomed in youth still be found
Though touched by Time’s unrelenting hand?
Yes! Forever and a day beyond.


About poeticmeditations

A 19th-century romantic poet living in the 21st-century. The Romantic poets, nib pens, candlelight, waistcoats, and pocket watches are a few of my favorite things.
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