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You used to smile a lot
When we were both young
Enough to play and run,
In the flowering fields.
Golden rays, golden hair
Golden cord, golden rings.
They are now all the same
In my memory.
The only thing not faded
Is the smile on your face.
We should have counted then
Those few blessings shared,
Lest we forget them
In the passing of years.
Our memories washed
Away as the rains
Came to clean
Away the dew
Covering us when we awoke
Laying in the grass of that meadow.
When we were both young
Enough to play and run,
In the flowering fields.
Golden rays, golden hair
Golden cord, golden rings.
They are now all the same
In my memory.
The only thing not faded
Is the smile on your face.
We should have counted then
Those few blessings shared,
Lest we forget them
In the passing of years.
Our memories washed
Away as the rains
Came to clean
Away the dew
Covering us when we awoke
Laying in the grass of that meadow.
This poem talks about a couple growing old together and as their memories fade, they reminisce on the happy times of their youth.
An equally strong lament is feeling they overlooked the blessing of day to day life as they lived through what was most certainly struggles hand in hand with the good times.
Hopefully this conveys a sadness of lost opportunity to appreciate the blessings as they happen.
An equally strong lament is feeling they overlooked the blessing of day to day life as they lived through what was most certainly struggles hand in hand with the good times.
Hopefully this conveys a sadness of lost opportunity to appreciate the blessings as they happen.
(M/South Carolina)
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