Remembering You
Time has passed,fleeting still-
bitter sweet
its alluring song.
Longing to
reclaim the youth,
so quickly gone.
Childhood dreams
cradled within
the hands of memory's
gentle grasp.
Time may pass,
we slip away, never going back.
Remembering You
Time has passed,freemansvoice commented on Remembering You
04-11-2017
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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