A little abstruse, maybe, but an image worth a read or two thinks Ms Corwin.
Metaphor Of A Prune
Think plum become a prune:
Wrinkled, shrivelled, dried, and yet,
Sweeter than its ever been.
No diluting H2O
To water down this sugar cane.
Think of what’s to come
Or here already; steady now, unsteady then;
Dry and wrinkly out and in,
But wiser, sweeter in the texture;
Worthier the mixture
Than was satin, youthful skin.
Summing up,
It may be cute to be a pup,
But mind and brain more trained when older,
More compliant, more controlled.
Are more concerted than the plum
When late or soon
Become a prune.
Metaphor Of A Prune 1.16.2021 Circling Round Experience; Ageing, Wrinkles;,Time; Arlene Nover Corwin
Arlene Corwin Poetry 