golden years

Kevin Michael Bloor

I’m prone to penning poetry,
since I have sensed the symmetry
that's hidden from most mortal eyes
behind a dull, but deft disguise:

The beauty of a leaf or bud,
the silence of a winding wood.
The echo in my deep heart’s core
that bids me love and hate no more.

I’m sensitive, some say a seer!
With prophet’s powers and eyes that peer
into the future, dark and deep,
where some will dance and some will weep.

Yes, I’m a poet raised on rhymes,
a child who’s tasted troubled times.
Yet, through this valley’s veil of tears
I’ve glimpsed the dawn of golden years!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 7th, 2022 11:05
  • Comment from author about the poem: a poem about hope
  • Category: Reflection
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