I’ve just escaped from Communication Disorders 261. Honestly, it’s the most boring class ever, and I just totally zone out. Can’t learn anything. The droning did help me to concentrate on something though, so I did manage to write a wee poem. It’s not very good, since I don’t even read poetry.
Love and Loss
I have loved and I have lost.
My days fade into winter frost.
As now I watch the pale sunrise,
I cannot help but recall days gone by.
Those warm spring morns with sparkling dew,
When everything was bright and new.
And there beneath the shady trees,
With fragrant flowers and buzzing bees,
She lay still on the warm firm land,
Her head resting on her hand.
Many a happy day we spent
-For love her hold would not relent-
Romping through the meadows fair,
Until the woody boughs were bare.
Upon a bed of golden leaves,
She released her hold on life’s dry lees.
Still I wandered this cold grey world,
Until the last brown leaf has curled.
I have loved and I have lost.
My days fade into winter frost.
Well, obviously the narrator is not me. I was thinking about a man who never grew old, and how he would feel if he fell in love with a mortal woman. He feels old, but his body is young, and he cannot die. It’s a sad thing. I wouldn’t want immortality.
