Memories arrive unannounced
in the head, much inclined
to hold in thrall, let them bounce
about, and fill the mind.
Those thoughts when young,
energy filled, I watch hope to be
like them as further along
the pathway I go to my destiny.
Those times of reaching maturity,
now being singularly able,
and thinking one's immorality
to be and remain ever stable.
Watching those depart who want to stay
leaving me more and more alone.
Seeing them all here today
but tomorrow gone,
no semblance or clue of where,
old friends lost in space,
they've gone now, left us unaware,
the only clues hope and faith.
Watching those depart who want to stay leaving me more and more alone.....// penned beautifully O time you are very busy guest comes for a little while; o time you are very busy guest wanna go for longer forever wherever you go o time yet; I the lover wait on the same path .........///
Beautiful heart, beautiful sentiments! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++
The title reminds me of the title of a film years ago: A Time To Love and A Time To Die, the same sadness came over me. On the contrary, I have much enjoyed your thought-provoking quatrains, Adrian. Thank you for sharing this sad sweet poem. GBU in Abundance perpetually.
Thank you Sylvia. We all wonder when and where we will go. What we do know is that we all will go sometime.
A refined poetic imagination, Adrian. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no semblance or clue of where, old friends lost in space, they've gone now, left us unaware, the only clues hope and faith.......... yes.... hope and faith are the only clues of a peaceful life. we all hope for a salvation to be with God after our earthly life......... thank you dear poet...... tony