Aging Poetry

remember the simple poem you wrote as a young kid in the second grade for assignment one cold February week for the upcoming Valentine's Day on wide-ruled yellow paper with a fat dark-green #1 lead pencil then transferred to pink construction paper and handed in to Miss Wells with both pride and trepidation even though you didn't know what that meant back then and remember the first real "love poem" that you weren't just assigned to read, but read, by Whitman, or Burns or Dickinson, and how the lightening of insight came to you from the first read and you felt the flash of both heartache and joy and now, childhood yellowed and a bit fuzzy at this point witnessing many hearts ached since but still...still the yearning goes on, to stand on a hilltop with gray clouds hung in blue skies and recite from your own aged memory how much you have loved another, lost, and loved again ageless in the life-long longing ... © Goode Guy 2012-04-03