“Friends are the family you choose”
― Jess C Scott





When you are old and weary

And alone by the fire under the white light of the moon

And slowly drift back to when you were happy

And scream into the night with desires unsatisfied,


The grey hair of yours will be brushing your ever changing face,

But don’t bask in your sorrows; don’t drown in your disgrace

Others only cared for you in your moments of early youth,

But there will always be one who loves you for your truth


And you will be sitting there, unaware of the bird’s flight

Murmuring into the darkness that it will be alright

And realizing that the one who was missing was hidden behind a cluster of stars,

And then you will reach into the night, wishing he was close, but he will be too far





Poem Explication:


After many failed attempts at writing a poem, I decided to look back to the content we covered in Creative Writing last year which inspired me to create this piece. It is to a degree an emulation from W.B Yeats on his poem “When you are old”, and I took his brilliant idea of how to structure the poem as well as the repetition of “And”. There was something about this poem that pulled me in as it shows how at a younger age there is a veil that we tend to place upon ourselves. We may not recognize it, but others will only admire this false persona that we have created, which takes away from the purity of what “true love” is meant to embody. It also illuminates how at an old age we may feel these bouts of loneliness – which I thought tied greatly back to Hagar – and the people who admired us before will have already left. The boy is symbolized through the “bird” and how his form of love is fleeting, but his memories will never fade in the other’s mind. Also, the feeling of regret permeates this entire piece with the use of “And” to show longing; at the end of the poem, even my intentional choice to leave out the period leaves the woman at a point where she is left with “desires unsatisfied”. Although this is a romantic piece, it beautifully weaves in the idea that people try too often to be what they are not which creates this illusion that they are being admired for their true self.




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