Dwindling Childhood Poem by jerry hughes
Dwindling Childhood
'lie still, and be forevermore a child' Christopher Dowson
Your remote beauty is impressive
but not lovely.
I fear, the sudden aloof awareness
of these barren heights to which
no longer child you foolishly aspire -
and ruthlessly descend -
self banished from your elfin realm;
In which you dwelt and frolicked.
Ouch. I'll think on this one. Damn you! :) t x
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4/18/2024 11:31:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
And it's probably not until your over sixty that you fully appreciate the sweet ironies of growing up... Lovely poem. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx