When I was a youth
you were not born.
When I was a man
you were a child.
Yet our seasons
mine of autumn brown,
yours of summer gold.
blend perfectly
beneath a midnight sun.
Frank has said it all. Simply eloquent. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxx
Jerry, I really like the simple, concentrated power of this, and want to add that I've been enjoying, and appreciating all of the recent important work you've been posting in the forum. You have a feel for the things that matter in this life - especially on the big canvas - but also for what counts at home, as this one shows. Regards, jim.
A slice of life brings to the reader's mind very efficiently. It's not a surprise from a matured great poet's hand.
This is a beautiful little poem, so simple with no confusion, just direct and so enjoyable to read. With such truth its quotable even. So well written your talent only amazes as its so expressive in such little words and leaves a reader thinking over such wise words. Greatly enjoyed and admire your poem, Take care, Mel xx
Blend perfectly beneath a midnight sun. Story of life worded simply and kindly. Soft truth...with love read beteen the lines and with the lines.Great simplicity! ! ! xxxElysabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That you can say so much with so few words is the perfection of your poetry.