This is the literary weblog of Jeffrey W. Hull, M.D., a pediatrician. It is intended mainly as a place to maintain a collection of poetry created for the enjoyment of a few friends and as an archive for my family. All material is protected by US copyright.

Jeffrey Hull

Friday, October 28, 2005


Ah, youth: it’s wasted on the young
   And stolen from the old;
A purse purloined while carefree sung
   Hot lips that soon grew cold.

Ah, age: what wisdom's worth this cost?
   We trade decrepit pain
For trifles, with our passing lost–
   And call the commerce gain.

Ah, beauty: flowers bloom and fade,
   Their saddened petals fall;
And all their former glories weighed
   Will scarcely count at all.

Ah, truth–no two can quite agree;
   Is truth itself a thing,
Or that which eyes pretend to see,
   Beyond real reckoning?

© 2005 Jeffrey Hull


This one spoke forcefully to me, almost in a challenging way. I really liked it. I did wonder about the title. It shifts the reading of it somewhat, doesn't it?
I believe the title is meant ironically.

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