Twas deep within my golden years
when youth came rushing back
Tired of being left behind
seducing what I lack

Clocks run down as midnight harkens
options running thin
Amorous feelings lost to time
whose walls are closing in

But then an archer from the past
tightens up my bow
One arrow left to fire off…
that girl I used to know

It flies directed from my hand
t’ward one I left so young
To strike a memory buried deep
—of first love woe begun

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: June, 2022)