alan brown

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Age With Astounding Grace - Poem by alan brown

I sit here all alone at night
thinking of the past
Dreaming of the days gone by
and how they used to last.

I think of good times and of bad
and remember the hardest times
When we used to toil all day long
to make our bread and wine.

I remember the week we went to Spain
and it rained all through the night.
We feasted on apples and old goats cheese
and had bad dreams that gave us a fright.

There was also the farm where we once stayed
and helped to feed the Geese.
But they chased us for miles flapping their wings
never giving a moments peace.

Then sometime ago we both got old
and slowed to a crawling pace.
Now all we can do is remember the times
and age with astounding grace.

Topic(s) of this poem: aging

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Age With Astounding Grace by alan brown

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/10/2018 10:14:00 PM)

    All alone at night. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • Carl Roussell (4/6/2018 5:50:00 AM)

    This is a really nice poem. Thanks for posting (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2018

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