The parties are over
The cakes all devoured,
The toys played wth
And back in their box;
And our role is complete
Time has us beaten,
The buying of satchels
And pairing socks;
What is left for us now?
No youth left to sweeten
Our narrowing days,
Just golden hair locks
Kept in a packet
Along with a baby tooth,
Gone, the tide outrushing
From between the rocks.
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Author:
Paul Gerard Reed (
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Comments3
A most lovely poem of the passing of time and its cycle. Great metaphor used and poetically stated
Thank you
Great write
A loving poem around the cycle of life and reflecting back to where it all went, lovely read.
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