Age Meets Beauty
And what did that old goat Faludy do with Fanny
six decades his junior? We lowered our gaze. We knew
this hour was a rare enchanted flower of fulfilment.
She glowed like a pear tree at dawn in the dew.
And what about Robert Graves with his lady students
once drawn in droves by the old manís poetry and fame?
Some say he swam with them in a cove of his island,
and the women came and came... and came.
And what shall I do with you, my cheeky darling,
when slowly the days must fade and the shadows grow?
May your passion ignite in the blaze of the sunset.
May my love be the source of your glow.
If you have any comments on this poem, Thomas Land would
be pleased to hear from you.