In days of old where time was gold
Now tears and sorrow fall
Upon the threshold of our doors
Hark! Can you hear the call?
Frustrations bound in every step
And waking time of pain
A loss of such a magnitude
What is there to be gained?
Time marches on, a healing sort
to ease an aching heart
Keeping busy, a brave new face
That’s keeping things apart
Memories now are what remain
Of past and glorious days
As thoughts drift off into the mist
To rest on sun drenched rays
Then into light a stepping stone
A hope that there is more
to life than one of misery
But you have to be so sure
Then it comes, a whirlwind tune
It hits you like a truck
A sense of what is happening here!
You can’t have that much luck?
A bolt from way out of left field
A feeling of delight
It almost has you wondering now
It gives you such a fright
How can this happen, and be this quick
Was it meant to be?
I’m sure it is and you can tell
That we are now both free
A feeling of belonging
To one another when we greet
Over phone or now in person
Where our two hearts now meet
To live a life filled full of love
In each others arms
To have, to hold, from this day forth
Giving in to all our charms
Don Stratford © 3/11/2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Verry well... The right words to express the feelings. Gerry