The winds blow by, blow to their distant space,
Life's winds oft blow us from our chosen path;
Our winds of time will e'er to soon displace
The joys and beauty that a lifetime hath.
The blooms of youth, to soon are blown away,
Though oft they linger in our memory;
Our winds of time must always have their say
As we move onward to our destiny.
Then we shall hear, the winds are calmer now,
Our time has come, life's final hopes are gone;
As we prepare to take our final bow,
Though we be done, the winds of time blow on.
May I, for all who follow after me
By some kind thought, or deed-remembered be.
The winds of time will go on blowing, sparing none. It can easily blow away the yellowing leaves, but if the winds are stronger, the green ones too! Who knows? What is more important is to be remembered by some kind thought or deed. I am sure you will be fondly remembered. Sir, it is not yet time to make the final bow! ! You have to act out some more scenes before the curtain finally falls!
May you enjoy many more happy golden years, while we have the pleasure of your wonderful poems, then your memory will live on long after you have wished this world bye bye, a lovely write as always.
Beautiful flow and rhyme. A mixture of wonderful thoughts and emotions. You will live forever in the hearts of poetry-lovers.
This here is an amazing sonnet of a beautiful view of life...and you happened to write in on my birthday, so it feels so special and one I can relate to easily. Thank you for your wonderful words and for sharing it with all of us. Excellent!
The golden years bring bring good things: wisdom, insight, and this - a lovely sonnet for all times. Your works shine in a memorable way.
sir very well written beautifully executed lovely, fantastic Idea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You will be remembered for your poetry Joseph, but not yet in retrospect - may you (and us) enjoy many more years of your writing. Great poem, very well written.