A Time In Life Poem by Edmund Calleja

There is a time in life
When autumn leaves lie scattered,
When dreams you never dreamt
Is all that ever mattered.

Paintings you had conjured
Whose canvas lacks emotion,
Where brushes and palette
Were never set in motion.

The lyrics of your heart
Of sonnets never written,
Dejection & self-denial
Which left you conscience-smitten.

Then comes a time in life
For reflection and regret,
For lips you longed to kiss
And lips that never met.

For things you could have done
But never found the courage,
For this and perhaps that which
Went missing in your marriage.

The silence of your heart
Has filled the cup of sorrow,
Its guidance and advice
Sound dull and all but hollow.

Now time is drawing near
The harvest begs collection,
The sickle has been drawn
To gather your affection.

To reap where you sowed love
And wept during your sadness,
Then sieving imperfections,
Delusions of your madness.

But as the ebb of life
Daws nearer to your heart,
The gentle breeze of God
Will hug this work of Art.

It is then a time for hope
For jasmine scented flowers,
For elation and for joy
For the never ending hours.