NOW AND THEN

How many seasons

Have chased each other

Across the paths of my life?

While a step grew slower

And my hair decided

To imitate winter.

Young people started

Calling me “Sir”

And I spent more time remembering.

 

The nights of shouts

And haughty toasts

Have faded into hot chocolate

On winter nights

Standing by a window.

The bicycle is stored away

With the dumbbells

And running shoes.

I now rest from all that.

 

Everything has changed

Except you.

I close my eyes for your return

And you are vibrant

Head tilted

In long ribbons of laughter

More beautiful than

All my lost yesterdays

And I am blessed beyond all tomorrows.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

What a beautiful way to explain the loss of time
memory bound to the innocence only a youthful mind can relive...great piece

[DrD]

Thank you for your visit. You are always welcome here.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Sometimes memories are all we have

Sounds like you have been blessed alright !

I take it this is from your NEW book ..

Wow... Good Morning Sir !...... Me

[DrD]

No, my new book is not poetry. Poets all died of starvation decades ago.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Ha .. Just thought maybe these thoughts were about one of your characters .. But I guess this is about that someone special ............... J.