Rage And Age Poem by Amy Marie

Age was handcuffed – but claimed to be free –
Down the isle proceeding.
Like fireworks – glittered her dress –
While Rage at her gazed for a while.

Sheer white curtains beside them draped –
Met they at the isle's end.
“Will you be the cause of me? ” asked Rage of Age –
Answered she with “Yes, away separation we'll send! ”

Not but a candle – the way lit –
Down Destiny's hall to the door.
Each other they led – hand in hand
They'll breathe together some more!