Poetry
Song for Lost Youth Perhaps I should have cradled it Like a dove Kept it safe with tender love But I squandered it - Gushing-blundering-raging Like a wild mountain stream Desperate for an ocean That was but a distant dream. ...I just never thought That I could have loitered in the shallows Reflecting the blueness of the sky - Concealing silver fishes - Quietly biding my time - Stretching it out. And so, and so it's gone now - My ephemeral youth - That precious once only gift - That honeyed sweetness, Leaving only the trembling resonance Of distant echoes From half-remembered hills. from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/Yo8FqLm