I long to hear that sound again
The happy voices of children,
of children playing happily.
I must rely on memory.
My fledglings from the nest have flown
and they have children of their own
But alas they are too far away
to hear their children at their play.
We’ve reached another stage in life,
There’s only me and my good wife.
I care for her she cares for me
exactly as it ought to be.
It’s sad but true we only see
our grandchildren infrequently.
(7-Aug-07)
Poet, sad and beautiful poem... It is true; this is the way of life. Glorious read......'Enjoyed'
Lovely poignant write Ivor. Lovely flow and lovely sentiments. A delight to read. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ivor It is true But what can we do This is life Every one should fly And find a place To eat his Cake... And feed his offspring...