Faded Ages Poem by Smoky Hoss
Faded Ages
Where do days reside?
Those faded ones
Whose light has died;
The ones of praise...and of regret
Those old, old days,
Way beyond the sunset...
Does anyone recall,
Or still alive
Who first-hand saw,
Those bygone days
Scattered far past the end,
Of the sun's long rays...
Can anyone -at all- state what fate,
Became of all those
Who once walked life's forgotten rows;
The folks of old, now laying so cold
In unremembered ages,
The earthly fallen, torn and gone, from life's short pages?
I enjoy the idea here. I used to torment myself with the thought that there was nobody in charge down here; (nobody to praise or blame; otherwise, why would things get as crazy as they so often do?) But I'm older now and I see things that once I was blind to. Your poem sort of puts some of my own thoughts into words, and I need to see that sometimes, I think; to remind me we are all rooting for each other and nobody is ever all alone down here.
Some of us would rather live in those days Smoky, great write.
the ghosts we walk with... you're playing a familiar song. love it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/5/2024 12:11:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I often think of them. A very warm and noatalgic poem.10