Gone
All the dreams of childhood,
have somehow up and gone.
Like the ugly black duckling,
that turned into a swan.
Those secret places we met,
for a tryst we did not regret.
Are now just a city subdivision,
like memories gone, and yet.
We dream of them like yesterday,
though they have been long gone.
If we could bring them back today,
we'd pay a pipers' sum.
Like sweethearts so alluring,
with promises of love long,
and a life like a love song,
suddenly fickle and gone.
Like the earnings in a pocket,
much more than needed to live on.
That suddenly disappeared from the,
saved account, spent and gone.
The skills we learned so eagerly,
practiced and the honed lifelong.
Suddenly outsourced overseas,
obsolete and forever gone.
And if we got those riches,
through hook or by crook, hard won.
Would we be happy and healthy,
or wish all the complications gone.
Would we wish for that simple life,
with home and hearth and family 'round.
For when some things are finally gone,
that's when happiness can be found.
Copyright 2014 © Ronald W. Hull
10/2/14
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and I often still think of 'the good old days' that I truly miss.
hug
Kathy
Those secret places we met,
for a tryst we did not regret.
Are now just a city subdivision,
like memories gone, and yet.
These particular verses remind me of the theme of a poem I have shared here at AD quite some time ago titled, "Strawberry Fields." Thank you for sharing. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Rx
we have to give up all hope...for the better "past moments"...that's
what memory does..focusing our minds on the past...when we try
so hard to live...in the present....when we try to be our own kind of all
it takes to be happy..."for when some things are finally gone"...sooo...
so...are we...just memory...
"What's broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was
at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as
I live..." - Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
Michael D.
Ingeborg
Love ya!
Jane