Youth a golden shadow
here but not to stay
like clouds the wind
may chase across the bay
an incoming tide
sweeps fallen years once gay
soon washing upon
darkening shore cold grey day
so softly
falling last leaves do fall.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Sad poem, and nevertheless so true. Deeply moving. Congrats. Laura
I agree with stef George it is a very nice poem I give it a ten.
There is beauty in past time. And all fallen leaves return to the Earth. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Through the many stages of life, joy can be found in many different places. Even when life comes to end sorrow and loss may be felt, but memories are what you should hold dear. Thank you for the inspiring poem.... Marina Gasbey....