Adolescence and freedom
Hopes, fear and rebellion
Intertwined down the twisting rope of time;
All the same, all expended
All drifted away on the same air
That the solemn church bells chime;
A scorching heat, a thunderstorm
Skies crowded with bonded roar,
A star spangled banner to wave;
All gone, all lost forever
All just as unattainable
As all the other things we crave.
A nicely written and nostalgic poem, Gerard. Thanks for sharing Peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the last few lines So true Your poetry is so light filled