#278 Gone Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Gone is the bliss of youth.
Gone is the nervous truth.
Gone is forever’s plea.
Gone is the poetry
We’d read sprawled on the lawn.
Gone are the late night drives.
Gone are the best times of our lives.
Gone are the “sprinkler wars”.
Gone are goodnights at the door.
Seems everything is gone.

Gone are the scattered shoes.
Gone are three a.m. I love you’s.
Gone are all the happy days.
Gone are the golden rays
That peek at the virgin dawn.
Gone are the sweet good mornings.
Gone are all the tardy warnings.
Gone are the see you soon kisses.
Gone is my love and my Mrs.
Seems everything is gone.

Gone is her soft floral scent.
Gone is the short time she lent.
Gone is her perfect smile.
Gone is her most unique style.
All her love has been withdrawn.
Gone are the silver rings.
Gone are the simple things.
Gone are the future dreams.
Gone are life’s steady streams.
Everything is gone.