(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

The Color Of Regret... - Poem by (brief renderings) Joe Fazio

In September, when warm summer days have
slipped into faded memories of too few breezes,
winter is close at hand, with its visions of
leafless trees, blanketed nights and bone
chilling days. Ahhhhh, for those scorching day
of mid July, when we cursed the heated nights,
as we lie sweltering in our beds.

It has always be and will forever be; that
which we no longer have, is that of which
we yearn for most.

Is not love cherished more when the time
to part has come? Why do we always yearn
for the yesterdays that were taken so lightly,
when they were our 'todays? ' And, when
the flower has wilted on the vine, is it not
the memory of its beauty that we so
yearn for?

Yesterdays...yesterday, oh how I yearn for
yesterday. Today, is the tomorrow we thought
about yesterday. Today, hold close to you,
those who you love, for in the cover of darkness,
'today', will slip quietly and forever, into
yesterday. Fill you 'todays' with the goodness
within you and your memories of yesterdays,
will be your salvation tomorrow.

© Joe Fazio

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010

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