Just Around The Corner... Poem by Bryan Taplits

A treat this dream, this memory
I must re-live it quick,
For now I'm aged; tomorrow flies-
And also may my wit.
Once…
The sward so green,
The skies so blue,
The clouds so swelled with white,
Now aged my eyes first blur
then fuzz
And leash me towards this night.
Repeatedly, I see my past-
Once more young trumpets blast
The pages fly, a plot supplied,
I see my chapters pass.
I slump into my weathered chair
And think of times ago,
When streams to ford were possible
And what I knew was so.
But now in winter‘s painful cold-
Those streams are much too few-
I've found, too late, and this I'm sure,
What passed-
I hardly knew.