The Golden Years
GOLDEN YEARS
Lasting just a moment.Lost forever
without a sound.A forever sigh,
a hedonistic cry,sunshine’s caress has
departed too soon.Too soon I am bedecked
in autumn’s bloom.Oceans of calm,so mellow
my tears dry on the breeze as the yellow red
fades in the remains of the day.
Only reserve holds love at arm’s length,
for submission leans on strength.Love is
indeed a treasured possession e’en though
beauty grows old and virtues seemingly
dissolve,love stays unchanging,bubbles away in
gestures of trust.Held close,love still sets the
emotions free,still brings forth captivation.
Yes I still love her,who loves me
You may listen to me recite this and many of my PS poetry on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
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