Ageless Appeal


We met in middle school you see;
Both so young, immature, naive.
My recollections of you then?
Only happy as can be.

Though you may believe,
With age, comes beauty;
It was your effortless grace
which kept my eyes drawn to thee.

If admittance be the first step,
I guess its better late than never,
To concede my innervations;
I've just never been this clever.

As this ink leaves this pen,
As these thoughts go to paper;
I can't help but envision
What life's got in store for later.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741