Gold Becomes Bronze Poem by Bill Galvin

Gold Becomes Bronze

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My feathered summer neighbors,
Who built a nest on my balcony,
Have long since moved on.

For six months now,
There have been no tenants
Above or below me.

My more urban life,
Since moving from the woods,
Has been relatively peaceful.

Wait, what are those new sounds?
Furniture dropping into place,
And pipes flowing within the walls.

And the muffled rat-a-tat sounds
Of a toddler's energy, room-to-room,
Across the ceilings.

Ah, the joy! The discoveries!
The explorations of new-formed minds
Propelled by new-found feet!

It was nice while it lasted.
I became spoiled with solitude.
Now my inertia will be changed.

I'll get up earlier; stay away longer.
Like Robert Frost wrote so naturally,
'Nothing Gold Can Stay'.

The doors upstairs…
They slam like exclamation points…
! -! ! -! ! ! -! ! -!

'Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on…
La-la, how the life goes on.'
Desmond and Molly, third-floor walk-up,
… with their first-born?

9-16-2016

Friday, September 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life,neighbors
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Poemhunter site does not carry over format well at all. Inspired by e e cummings, my 'exclamation point line' was typed with spaces which the formatter deleted; '! space! ! space! ! ! space! ! space! '
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 26 September 2016

Life- that amalgam of predictable and unpredictable experiences. I share your formatting frustrations, but being able to just open a poem is a treat compared to the last few days.

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Bill Galvin 27 September 2016

So true.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 September 2016

While it lasted! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bill Galvin 26 September 2016

Thanks, Edward. All things must pass.

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