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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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Into the old. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks Edward, for reading and liking my verses.