If am I to throb
for your love no more:
What else,
constant in time remains?
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Growing old is not easy specially if we lose our partners and then the ultimate fear we can't remember the memories of the way we were. This is an outstanding write of growing old without your beloved, the loss of oneself without your beloved is a feeling of hopelessness of frenzied activities to look at films, books and music to bring back to life the memories and the final reality of the realisation that you are losing all that is dear as your memory starts to go.
Nice one... good poem Lose you for But I shall lose you for ever To remain closer
Thought-provoking poem. I am getting old very fast. Some do lose their memory. Very sad....10
Remaining constant in time is not possible as time runs very fast here. Just glimpses of heaven we feel in twinkling of stars. Darkness of night puzzles but light remains in love. Aging brings fear of loosing love again. But finding this life strengthens. Interesting and very thoughtful this sharing is.10
This is a plausible and yet fearful scenario. If memories fade away and the throb of life is lost, our very existence is altered and disfigured. Loved it.10