Times of Youth

Times of youth and days of old! Resurrect you if I could, Never would I need to brood On my errors in the cold! Mournful longings of the past Fed by waning hope for light! Quickly melt you if I might, Greener thoughts could grow at last! Troubled hours of years to come! Never shall I fall again Prey to your pale worries when Love is dead and joy is mum! My short days shall all be gone Long before the world is gray: I must bask without delay In the bright rays of the sun! Never should a man relent To the tempests of the heart. Do not wait ‘til woes depart For, by then, all life is spent! Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com