Missing Pages Poem by Amar Agarwala
Missing Pages
They now live in yellowed pages
Reminiscences of my past,
Trapped in a spell of sorcery
Slipping sands of time have cast;
If some bout of magic would bring
Yesters that now stand aloof,
Would get to live a second time
My musings etched are a proof;
I know life will never accord
A sojourn into the old,
Hence, my musings now lie buried
In a crypt of beaten gold.
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As I grow older, I realize that I have now more years to look back upon than what I can look forward to. Memories fill up the coffers of my mind... they overflow too at times. I often look back and try to relive the days gone by, some of them wonderful, but life will not allow more than a cursory sojourn. I need stay happy with it, knowing that the past has been buried in a crypt of gold... its treasures consigned to the heaven's until eternity.
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5/8/2024 9:41:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Into the old. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks Edward, for reading and liking my verses.