Bygone Years Poem by Habib Dabajeh

BYGONE YEARS

As dark clouds begin to unfold,
An annoying crow shrieks from afar,
And I'm more chided than flattered.
The wind picks up, and it's blowing cold,
And the leaves are wet and scattered.
In the midst of the uncanny and bizarre,
That once courageous boy is not so bold.
Things tend not to be what they seem,
As I stand there in silence and look around-
No more light or beauty, no soothing sound;
No voice to guide me, or warm hand to hold;
Youth was like a dream.

©Habib Dabajeh