My Last Grasp Poem by Bryan Taplits
My Last Grasp
Although our parents 'gave us' when we were young
We squandered those days in the sun
When all was bright and no future threat,
All salad days
And a war already won
And no problems-at least not yet.
Yes, those halcyon days, ignored and betrayed,
With bracing winds that evolved
And so didn't last,
Now hard to slog on-
but back then it wasn't yet known-
Of their treasure that was once in my grasp.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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