A Lingering Look

A Lingering Look

A lingering look into the past
stoked the furnace of my longing
and kindled my memory:
Again I climbed Youth's Carefree Mast
to peer landward at Life dawning,
ignorant of its brevity.
Impatiently I waited for the days to pass
—wishing the present would speed away—
but when tomorrow came at last
I yearned for yesterday.

Lighthoused on Life's Care-fraught Coast,
I recalled the transient adventure
of childhood: I watched myself at play . . .
the Blush of Youth is forever lost,
along with innocence and wonder.
With bowed head and brimming eye,
I quit my panoramic post—
goaded by the stinging prick of memory.
'Adieu child of the past,'
was my soliloquy.





Poetry by Melie Bacon
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Written on 2012-04-05 at 18:17

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