Gypsy Yesterdays Poem by Edmund V. Strolis
Gypsy Yesterdays
Days spiral and rush and gather and tumble
Some stick and tear then slip and scatter
With a force too great to withstand
Surrendering to a fate, weakened by resistance
What color they once had, direct and honest
Vital and vibrant, humming with expectation
The long stride of purpose, bold and unbound
How those days did soar and circle and rise
I sound the bugle through a muted horn
All I see is surrendering souls, submissive shadows
Into the breach! I yell, to everyone and no one
When does the urge to rally the spirit become pitiful?
Surely over the next hill the gypsies will be revealed
Their caravans and colored tents circling the meadow
I can hear the wild laughter and songs of yesterday
Mingling with the crickets somewhere in the night
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5/3/2024 6:50:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There's a sense of nostalgia in this poem that I can relate to very well. The days go by, leaving memories behind. Regret often takes place of dreams in later age. You have beautifully summed up life in this very well-worded write.
Wonderful to read your thoughts Nosheen. Yes the days go by and the people that I know are fantastic but too often a certain dull inevitability of life sets in. A certain routine or surrender with age. Mentally more than physically and something in the spirit is lost. I acknowledge this but personally I reject it and truly believe that we have the power to remain as fresh and vital as we choose.