March 17, I turned eighty old.
I miss having a dream to hold.
My dream lies, the flowers gone.
Our melding lost and done.
I'll journey to you soon.
We'll be young not old.
Again, I'll have a dream to hold.
- Author: JDB (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 18th, 2024 09:36
- Comment from author about the poem: About the one I loved most of my life.
- Category: Love
- Views: 8
Comments2
So many different emotions captured in a few short words.
Great work!
I appreciate your comments. It does encompass many feelings, which I felt as I wrote it.
Your title is perfect for this 🌹 packed with everything.
I am glad you understand.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.