Geras and Hebe
Youth flits across the silver screen, ageless timeless
Beauties defying Time and all that he has wrought.
Youth’s frozen features stare icily back, decades
Beyond the passing of those icons.
Youth, defiant of Geras, thinking arrogance a virtue.
Defies the ancient Gēras who glories all a man acquires.
Insouciant Hebe, defiant of Time, unyielding, unbending,
Rebellious of that patriarch of living things. Youth his folly,
Child of derision squanders precious moments.
Youth but a stranger, regaled in rags or finest silks,
Confusion reigns, hopes flag, Time withers.
Youth and Beauty worshipped by the masses, adored
Black and white images flicker across the movie screen,
Til age, unrepentant sinner, tears down the masque,
Replaced anew by yet another youth.
Age comes sometimes with wisdom’s grace, shouting
Promises of peace to the elderly guided by
Geras’ loving hand where senescence strove
A lifetime to prepare; the cruelest joke of all,
There is no solace in old age. Be it fraught with pain
And sharp memories of youthful vigor; looked upon with
Saddened eye to see another wasteful life. Youth’s vanity
Accursed, not know this is yet to come.
Between what lies buried in the flurry of survival and
The foggy swirling mass of memories long past, lies
The unanswerable: what becomes of me now
(For that fate is sealed) as Youth and I gaze now at
Wrinkled hands, sallow flesh, drooping ass, rheumy
Eyes, and weakened joints and cry, what is this curse,
And where did wasted Time go?