Years go by like a purple blur of time,
As when the ripest grapes are turned,
Into the most luscious and aged wine!
Then memory itself often comes calling,
In sweltering sunshine and in the rain,
Like roaming bluebirds' memories of home,
Or the sweet memories of the honeybee!
Seasons come and go so colorfully vivid,
Obeying a golden rule of sunshine cycles.
Hectic time goes by quickly like rainbows,
Like the short-lived beauty of a sunset,
Leaving deep impressions upon our hearts.
Marks like family or friends and laughter,
And sometimes like sorrows bittersweet.
Then tears are falling amid bright hued
Autumn leaves that swirl upon the wind!
Memory is alive forever, like aged time.
Good one. As we mellow with age we find some things we held dear are not that important. Youthful exuberance wanes like cheap wine. Wisdom and understanding matures like expensive red wine. Great metaphor
Well said, Deluke. Wisdom and the joy of looking back are the delights of old age. thank you so much.
You have said it all So unforgettably and so lovely! A very great poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem Evelyn! Once again!
You're very kind. Thank you.