Love Is The Answer

i guess
love is more of
sort of a
question

so while young
you better ask it
find it until you find your skin
with a lot of furrows
and regrets creeping on
your marrow
and then sigh, sigh, sigh

love indeed is the answer
old age accepts it with
resignation

i guess it is sort of
loneliness accepts love
whatever
be it a question or an answer
it does not matter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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