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Golden Memories

Reflecting on one's past is commonplace We weigh our choices with old lessons learned. When looking in a mirror at our face Our youth is scarred with wrinkles, laurels earned. Some folks will call it "living in the past" It is a fate that comes with growing old And truthfully, it all went by so fast In one eye blink, a lifetime can unfold Yet all of us are rich in memories Which seem to me, to come and go at will They are the remnants of life's vagaries We drink like wine, until we've had our fill The next time one decides to come around Be thankful for the treasure you have found. by Daniel Turner

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Kelly Deschler

Date: 9/27/2023 6:28:00 PM

May we all be "rich in memories" and also be generous enough to share such wealth with others... I enjoy the rhyming, the expressiveness and the wisdom that is always found in your work. Very well done, Daniel :)

Matt Starking

Date: 4/23/2023 4:17:00 PM

Memories are special, but more special when it's golden, I like this one

Daniel Turner
Date: 4/23/2023 5:36:00 PM

Hello Matt. I appreciate your support my friend. Great to see you:) Hope you had a super weekend.

Emma Goodridge-Hobson

Date: 3/18/2023 11:39:00 AM

This is beautiful. Wonderful images. Thank you for your work.

Daniel Turner
Date: 3/18/2023 1:00:00 PM

Thank you, Emma. A great joy to look up and see a new face:) I appreciate your kindness and your support. You have a pretty name:)

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 3/17/2023 8:59:00 AM

I enjoyed this one. Good memories are the best kind to have. Have a wonderful/blessed day writing away...................

Daniel Turner
Date: 3/18/2023 12:58:00 PM

Thank you, Paula. I appreciate your time and your support.

Sandra Haight

Date: 2/23/2023 5:54:00 PM

I really like your Sonnet, Daniel! So much I can identify with too. Yes, those years do fly by so fast, and thank God we have those memories! Your poem is beautifully written! Sandra

Anisha Dutta

Date: 2/23/2023 9:32:00 AM

Yet all of us…….until we’ve had our fill’ I feel exactly in same way. I am enchanted. Enjoy your memories.

Heidi Sands

Date: 1/22/2023 12:54:00 PM

How are you DT? Are you ok?

Craig Cornish

Date: 11/24/2022 7:30:00 PM

Perfectly composed and conceived Daniel!!

Bette Bavington

Date: 11/20/2022 2:44:00 AM

Super job. It makes one miss the family and friends who used to be around. I hope all is well with you. My mom passed on her favorite day Halloween. We are celebrating the birth of my granddaughter Rhiannon who arrived yesterday. Life goes on as I spend time with family before heading back to our forty four foot Thompson Trawler. We might see a white christmas on her. Who knows. Anyway. Take care.

Eve Roper

Date: 10/26/2022 7:40:00 PM

By the time we've gotten old we've learned alot , but still learning. Where have you been my friend

Daniel Turner
Date: 10/27/2022 6:46:00 AM

A wealth of knowledge and experience that no one wants to hear. I've been right here Eve. Great to see you again. I hope all is well with you. Thank you for the friendly visit.

Susan Woodrow

Date: 9/20/2022 9:23:00 AM

Lovely sonnet and I esp like the third stanza and ending…yes, still making memories here…in fact, i had to go check out your poem ‘where I call home’ to confirm my memory recall that you lived in Hot Springs Arkansas.. i will be flying there with my daughter on first October on our way to St. Louis so if you are anywhere near the Hot Springs National Park which we intend to spend time visiting, it would be nice to meet you for lunch or tea or a walk in the park :)

Susan Woodrow
Date: 9/20/2022 1:47:00 PM

haha I'm looking forward - it's actually Monday the 3rd we fly in... see you and Buddy soon - got your soup mail :)

Daniel Turner
Date: 9/20/2022 12:47:00 PM

Sounds like a date:) I have sent you a soup mail. It's not everyone that gets to meet a handsome old man (and dog) like me (and Buddy) face to face. LOL

John Lawless

Date: 9/16/2022 5:06:00 AM

Beautifully written Daniel, those pesky little varmints are always scampering about our heads.

Daniel Turner
Date: 9/16/2022 7:36:00 AM

Indeed! Invited or not they always bring along a smile. Nice to see you again John. Hope you got to do some fishing this summer.

Arlo Parker

Date: 9/15/2022 7:01:00 PM

Older life begets a "live stream of memories" unfolding almost endlessly. We were precious once, don't forget. Tomorrow can be too. Great piece, Mr. Turner. :o)

Daniel Turner
Date: 9/15/2022 7:10:00 PM

Thank you, Arlo. Some are happy, some , not so much. regardless, since we are here looking back, it's all good, right? Thank you for the kind and friendly visit to my page. I hope life is treating you well..

Ilene Bauer

Date: 9/15/2022 1:49:00 PM

nice to see a poem of yours here, daniel, and this one is beautifully written...

Daniel Turner
Date: 9/15/2022 3:02:00 PM

Thank you, Ilene. great to see you again, also. Hoping all ios well in your world.

Deb M

Date: 9/15/2022 4:39:00 AM

Wonderful poem Daniel….senior years to me is the age of appreciation that includes our precious memories! We view ,value and appreciate more. Debx

Daniel Turner
Date: 9/15/2022 5:03:00 AM

Thank you, Deb. We spend a lot of time making memories, at some point it's time to break them out and enjoy them. I appreciate your kind comment and hope all is well with you.