From silver to gold,
the years marched along
As language emboldened
its words into song
The grey of my twilight
a welcome relief
All reasoned excuses
now another's belief
As the winds through the canyon
blow the valley to sand
This ending now welcome
—a new beginning again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2015)
Sort of philosophical poem. Change is most welcome. It gives much wisdom and experience. Enjoyed the reality in the poem. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kurt, such a well penned poem👍👍👍