I, too, recall that bygone age so fair,
When love and bonds were free, not bound by rule.
Yet time has turned, and sifted through the air,
And brought about the world more strict and cool.

With sorrow, I observe my peers’ delay,
They cling to pasts that shaped their younger days.
Unseen, the tides have swept old ways away,
Yet still, they lean on what their youth conveys.

Now, pondering the shifts that waves have brought,
That rushed to shore, then pulled the sands to naught,
I search for meaning in this endless flow —
But grasp no sense in tides that come and go.

And yet, I think my grief has deeper roots:
As years weigh heavy, strength begins to fade.
The fire to break the rules, once bold, now mute —
For bonds, of any kind, I’ve lost the blade.