TIMES PASTA Poem by Peter RogersonThere's a sad, sad gulf between youth and age....We were the music makers, The dancers in our halls, The chattering lads, testosterone - And over-active balls.
We were the kings of hope and life, The lovers in the night, The jokers and the thinkers - Passionate and bright.
Those were the days we bravely knew, We claimed the taste of sex, We told our poems to the world, To cherish and to vex.
Yet we were innocents back then, Waiting for tomorrow, Satisfied by “nearly there” Lest we awake in sorrow.
And here we are and ages passed, The music has grown dim, Where shadows dance to ancient rhymes On a half-forgotten whim.
And all the hope, the confidence, The feeling of nouveau And loving whilst the night was long Is just part of long ago. © 2016 Peter Rogerson |
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1 Review Added on May 1, 2016 Last Updated on May 1, 2016 Tags: youth, escitement, age, reflection AuthorPeter RogersonMansfield, Nottinghamshire, United KingdomAboutI am 80 years old, but as a single dad with four children that I had sole responsibility for I found myself driving insanity away by writing. At first it was short stories (all lost now, unfortunately.. more..Writing
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