The setting sun in the winter skies
Reflected dimly in the old man's eyes.
On a patio porch in a plastic chair
Close beside him his dog lay there.
Near a busy street in a bustling town
His life was lived and now ran down.
But for the dog, the man was alone
With his memories of days long gone.
Visions of childhood danced in his head
Bittersweet memories of friends long dead,
A time when living was near pure joy
For the forming mind of a good little boy.
When colors were bright and everything new
And the wide day sky always seemed so blue.
When people were always good and kind
And true loving hearts ruled every mind.
Oh such a sweet travel to do in any time, to fly with innocent feeling again it makes us feel wonderful...transport self into past time memories of great time, great stories, great smile even in bad days..it will roll in a history of life that always eternal in mind..such a great poem...because when we open what we have now, everything was changed and world really different..you left me smiling to travel your childhood with you_Unwritten Soul
A great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, In The Eyes Of Bluesman Jack.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good thought expressed in a good free verse, a great write.