No Title Poem by Jefrey Smith

The sky was hanging in the clouds
the sun was shining a bit too loud
the breeze was moving through the trees
life was worth the living
saying thank you and please

The day was flowing like a bubbling brook
the seconds were hurrying every hour they took
the moments were minutes collecting time
I was happy to be gathering
in the memories
I could claim as mine

I did not see the storm
turn the sky to grey
I was never alarmed
I knew there was another day
just waiting to come my way

But the darkness settled
and the wind blew cold
the windows rattled
and my bones grew old
And my memories became stories
I had already told

The wisdom of experiences
are my only gain
The truth of consequences
is barren and plain

Compared to the youth
I once held proud
Im reclining in the sunset
and it's lowering like a shroud