There comes a time;
when the walls fall down.
We see age in the eyes of our friends.
We smile.
Accepting.
Remembering.
And there; amid the ruins of pretense,
we shall come to love the evening;
no less than the morn.
A great start with a nice poem, Stephen. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Thanks very much for your kindly reply Mario Odekerken. I appreciate it.
Beautiful poem Stephen Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
Thanks so very much Bernard F. Asuncion. I sincerely appreciate your kind remarks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a heartwarming poem, Stephen.... a huge 10++++