DRIED FLOWERS OF YOUTH © 2012 Candice James
(in memoriam for Rex Howard - BC Country Music Hall of Fame)
Dried flowers of youth crushed between pages
Forgotten utterings of ancient sages
A whisper and scream and the drama between
Life unraveling at its seam
A young man running through early chapters
Hobbling toward final ever afters
Slowly you’re slipping and sliding away
Into the nether world of yesterday
Time finally catching her elusive prey
You leave this world more every day
And oh that I could follow you there
To leave behind this worry and care
To build with you castles on the beach
In that world you visit when you’re out of reach
Whispers and memories of your sweet song
When you were young. When you were strong
Before the years made your bones ache
Before the your hands started to shake
Before you had to be wheeled in a chair
Before time left you nothing to spare
Dried flowers of youth are crumbling now
Gracing the stage in their final bow
Your frailty of heart will soon set you free
And far, far away you’ll fly from me
To a place where roads are paved in gold
Where dreams cannot be bought or sold
Where music never ceases to play
It will call softly and take you away
And as you leave this world behind
The best part of me will become undefined
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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