I had my wonder years
But they slowly faded and went dead
Till all that was left of that heart string
Was a corn silk twine
Dry, rough and thuddy
To the hand and ear
At times it revives when I let go
And the wide eyed boy in me runs free
And again sees starry nights and a shining moon(serendipity)
That reminds my soul of the real me
Youth have had joys and sorrows yet nothing is past so long as in mind cheerfulness is revived........Mark...... emotions well expressed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To win and to lose. Thanks for sharing.