Guest poem sent in by P. G. Murthy
I am entranced by the quiet simplicity of this short poem by Joseph Campbell, an Irish Poet. The lines move with easy grace tracing the sad universal tale of a woman and her sacrifice as she moves along life to "the beauty of an aged face" before reaching the lonely furrowed, faded existence. P.G.Murthy [Links] We've run one Joseph Campbell poem before [Poem #338]. There's a short biographical note attached there.