When Days Have Set Poem by Bryan Taplits

When blossoms hugged my memories
When all was light and fair,
When bombast broke through teenage years
We met-and you were there.
The numbness of the days-so long
The years we had alone,
The gaily house whose curtains swished
All temperaments we owned.
I thank the Lord not that it's done
Nor that the days alone are flattened,
I thank the Lord for those goodly days-
That I remember-
And that they happened.