Yesterdays Gone

I look around seeking a familiar sound

Of a voice that fancied yesterdays gone

The subtle whispers in the wind of better times

With remembrance of the old drive -in movie screens

Where chivalry seemed larger than any form of mysterious, pleasure unseen

And yet a fresh pounce of a once a pond a yesterday

Where life was full of play

When love, romance and more simple things were all that there were

In a world that seemed to have vanished before my eyes

A smooth, refreshing surprise of the sound of old Blue-Eyes

Reminding me of yesterdays, when Frank ruled the World of many girls

My eyes gazed upon a gentle man, mature in age, as he was

Touching my tenderness with a golden glove full of promises never seen or heard

Not one word

As I envisioned a mind as fresh and exciting, revealing days of golden times

I could only hope to have experienced in my youthfulness

The comfort and presence of this familiar voice

I simply had no choice

I followed the sound of dazzling energy into an old Lauren Bacall, Humphrey Bogart Movie

By a man I knew had experienced those times

How divine!

For me to find, a man from those days when character and charm

Were worn on every man’s arm,

When love took a girl way beyond, That familiar sound of a voice that fancied yesterdays gone

Kathryn Carrington