Sixty Years Later
‘twas sixty years ago we sang
of blossoms clinging to the vine
while living only for the moment
sharing time and sipping wine.
We were rovers way back then,
just moving on from place to place;
we feasted well and slept in clover,
looking for new dreams to chase.
A million yesterdays have passed,
but I shall ne’er forget those joys
of wine and song, you by my side
while unaffected by the noise.
Now sitting in our rocking chairs
recalling yearns of yesterday,
still living only for the moment
watching time just slip away.
January 1, 2021
A month or so ago as I was driving to work I heard the song “Today”
released in 1964 by The New Christy Minstrels. Listening to the words of
this song I was inspired to write this poem reflecting on the feelings of that
time fifty-seven years later.
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