Lost Youth – A Triolet

She sighs and looks at her dressing table,
The bottles and jars and soothing lotion
The elixir of youth she hopes to enable,
She sighs and looks at her dressing table.
The march of time she cannot disable
No matter the tonic or potion.
She sighs and looks at her dressing table
The bottles and jars and soothing lotion.

Old Age - A Triolet

The old girl watches the world go by
As she sits in her meadow green,
With ragged fleece and rheumy eye
The old girl watches the world go by
No more, she hears her lambs’ soft cry
To many, a mother she’s been.
The old girl watches the world go by
As she sits in her meadow green.

Old Friend - A Triolet

Sat in the attic whilst sunbeams dance
Upon your wooden frame.
No more do you race, no more do you prance
Sat in the attic whilst sunbeams dance
No children astride with sword and lance,
Playing their childish game.
Sat in the attic whilst sunbeams dance
Upon your wooden frame.