The Autumn dawn
The Autumn Dawn
You sit at rest remembering..what life has meant to you,
And I wonder what your stories are..from the years that you’ve been through.
How much do you remember..how many tales have you to tell,
Memories come flooding back..when something rings a bell.
Sweet memories of childhood..hopes and dreams as you grew up,
Perhaps pets that meant the world to you..a kitten or a pup.
Close friends or loving family..places you’ve called home,
Countries that you’ve visited..when you had the urge to roam.
First loves, last loves.. maybe some loves in between,
Good times, hard times..so many places that you’ve been.
Choices that you’ve had to make..were they right or wrong,
Sometimes waiting for the right time..with a wait that seemed so long.
Upon reflection..are there past things that we would change,
Or possibly, not much at all..perhaps..a tiny re-arrange.
The problem with the Autumn years..after all you’ve done and seen,
Is that your body now has aches and pains..but your mind is still eighteen.
It can be quite frustrating..letting go of things you used to do,
Having to ask the younger ones..to do the physical stuff for you.
Get things down from the attic..cut the hedge..or mow the lawn,
Things you always did yourself..before your Autumn dawn.
© Martin Silvester 7/9/2017.
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