My Solace Poem by Barry Middleton
My Solace
My only solace is poetry,
for death stalks my dreams.
But I may turn to memory,
to know my life was blessed.
Poetry and solace live
in shady valleys of the past.
There I may travel still,
in youth again, in love again.
New adventure waited,
with desire on every corner.
I pray do not take this away,
do not take memory.
Beautifully penned what is a man but the sum parts of his memories thanks
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4/25/2024 5:13:50 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very well expressed. Memory of good times will always stay with us. And poetry is definitely a blessing in the lonely hours. A great piece. A10
Having worked with very old and sick people, I can say that sometimes memory is all we are left with. Thanks for the comment.