The tragedy of the youthful poet

 

 

Whispering to a faceless nothing

A figment of a fragment

Forgotten and forsaken

Time and thyme again

An entity to scoff at

 

A mere man-who bleeds?

Jets of jettisoned mastery

The mystique of a summer’s night

 The ballad of the battle-a tragedy

Or freedom of the winds

 

Lost in the din

Drowned by the vein

The bickering of the elderly

Choosing to close their scenes

Sacrificing this lamb

For his syllables

Wring “Irrelevant”

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[Lucinda Bogart]

Youth does not render the young irrelevent. The young more than some are masters of the untendered truth. The humble are humbled by the wisdom of lesser years.