Lost Love Poem by Bill Grace

Lost Love



Before having a lover I loved
there was Susan
her memory carried
a decade shy of fifty years
and while I am old and withered to outward eye
she is green and fresh
a trick only memory can play.

It is unfair to recall antics
we were all more than a little wild
in our Berkeley days
I will shield her today
or even better yet pray
that she is well and gracefully growing old
our time was and has passed
perhaps all that God can ask.

Friday, December 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Stay tuned.Perhaps before I die.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kim Barney 11 December 2020

Yes, it's funny how our memory can keep people young. At my last high school reunion there were so many old people there that I didn't know!

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