Sonnet: On Age And Difference

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Age after age blurs us from one another,
The impressions of time dust the heart obscure,
I fear I am nothing – an embarrassment and bother,
A once ripe promise, now fetid and impure,
I long to connect with you, guileless and naked,
To be youth within youth – old within old;
But by experience, I’ve been tarnished and tainted:
Now there is ambergris growing upon this hoar gold,
Corrupt currency, then, but still love minted silent,
Still the willingness to give to the sisters of my soul,
To suffer the sacrifice, its depredations violent,
That colour me closer to my earth-bound goal,
So you can say: “He – he lived for us well –
But the anxious wonders of his heart we never can tell.”

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