An AI Generated Image
You were clearly skeptical about me
Contemporary villains share my face
I'm not the lecherous scoundrel; you'll see
Time has eaten what I once had of grace
Of suave flirtation and charming nonsense
I am fresh out; a swarm of cold echoes
Haunts the grave of so many temptations
You will know it when fragrant, firm youth goes
And fun you used to make is made of you
Your smile does seem sincere though, and you bring
An end to hunger, thirst and silence; do
Look at these strange marks I made on nothing
They are your fingerprints on my old mind
Humoring ancient nerds is very kind
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (4)
Love the final lines and the full circle quality of “And fun you used to make is made of you”! Sounds like a pleasant encounter was shared! Well wrought!
Ahhhh, the circle of life, leaving its marks on us like wheels on a muddy track. Great sonnet!
Ah, the realisation that comes with ageing, eh? I often catch a glimpse of my wrinkly neck and wonder "How?" I'm preparing myself for more patronising behaviour from young ones with each passing day.
Hahahahahahaha I actually zoomed in and tried to read the menu. Loved your poem!