Yellowed With Age Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently standing on horizons of a lifetime, watching
memories flow, rising and falling with waves as they
crash upon sandy shores.

Remembering times of happiness with tears falling in
my mind, yet it's a joyful sorrow, bittersweet, because
those times were so special and precious.

In memories now yellowed with age, bitter because I have
to live without them in my life, at least until my own
death comes upon me.