And Time, A Burning Flame Poem by Ray Quesada
And Time, A Burning Flame
When I was young and playful
the future seemed so bright
there were songs that we sung
and days were always nice
Eternal it seemed
was the light in your eyes
The dreams in my nights
The soft clouds in my skies
But now the sun is setting
and the world is not the same
Now people are strange and funny
like the cities and their names
Now the gambling men are betting
and I must play the game
My Life's a melting candle
and Time, a burning flame.
-April 11th,2008-
I think this is my favorite of yours I really enjoyed it. :)
Small, but beautiful! ! The contrast between expectations and reality especially at a later stage of life is effectively brought out! A commendable job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 12:38:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Moisturise...smile.....and move on. Works for me, but I may be a heluva lot girlier than you I suspect: -) Great writing...thank you so much for sharing.