Lament the Young

Why doth we mourn our passing youth
Which flees with skipping jaunty steps
Rememb’ring hearts that swooned desire
In jealous mem’ry’s slanted glass

For now, these nagging pains of age
Seduce us each with deathly touch
Whilst doggedly we clutch at clockwork
Weepy eyes lamenting: lost

With unfair beaut’ous young resolve
The soft of age reap reckless on
Determined such to sickle ev’ry
Embered chaff of each year’s waste

We let them linger as reminders
Shadows of what once we were
Flickers of a dieing fire
Kindling sorrows of remorse

Cupid’s arrows linger lifeless
Dangling limp twixt flaccid thumbs
Adonis hangs grey head in slumber 
Dreaming of the breathing dust

And seated silent in our coffins
Holding hands with Mother Sleep
At last, forgiveness flows like magma
Scorching bless’d through emerald tears

Then, whence we lie in white sepulchre
Home with naught but self and stone 
Time turns hearts and horns to tailings:
Every ‘membrance dimm’d ere Dawn