X,Y and Z

the wheel of time spins without control, and soon enough we'll find ourselves sitting on the bench being old and helpless if we regret our wasted youth.

the map of remorse reflects its Coordinates in the mirror.
"argh ............those spear like lines that had conquered my lands of youth!" he screams silently facing the mirror
the affluence of beauty and charm are buried now
they are buried now!
 beneath the depth of those creased lines, they are buried now.
HOARY, DREARY ,WEARY
those are the X,Y and Z of remorse he sees in the mirror.
"where is this youth elixir crap I read in books ?"
he screamed loudly facing the mirror
"I'll find me an alchemist, I'll find me an alchemist, may he'll make me one "
the ruthless spectator of logic laughed sarcastically
to the pointless charade arguing :
SPEAR LIKE LINES! you said it yourself
elasticity does not get replenished

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Hi Latifa,

Yes. Despite your youth, you understand. I've seen this in your poetry before. This poem in particular hits hard and reminds me of some of the pains I've tried to express in my own writing.

This was greatly enjoyed and wise beyond your years. Just excellent.

Best regards,

Rick

[Latifa]

thank you, your reviews always lift my spirit dear Rick :)

[Alfred Kukitz]

You speak with a gritty terror of old age. I am one such animal, enlarged heart, diabetes from Agent Orange, veriscosities in the legs, grey hair, the last remnants of my youth somewhere in dead cells of memory.

Good write Latifa!

Regards,
Al

[Latifa]

thank you dear Alfred :)

[A. H. Pinley]

Age creeps up on you silently. For many years you can get away with denying the fact you're aging till that day you peer at yourself in the mirror and you notice it's caught up with you. Nice write!

[An owl on the moon]

This is so profound and powerful, Latifa... makes us stop and ponder our life... our now... and wonder what might become of us in the end... Your words hold such a haunted music in them.

[Latifa]

thank you dear Craig :)

[wordman]

what a picture to look at,and we all will be there soon enough,great write,great image

[Latifa]

thank you wordman

[wordman]

always a pleasure

[Coyote Poetry]

A honest and direct poem. Life teaches us too late. We should of done more.
"HOARY, DREARY ,WEARY
those are the X,Y and Z of remorse he sees in the mirror."
The mirror tells no lies. We become what we deserve. Last lines were a perfect closing to the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Latifa]

thank you for the review Coyote

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.