Ashes of Youth, Its Winsome Colors Gone

Ashes Of Youth, Its Winsome Colors Gone

Time had came, last night of dear life had called
ashes of youth, its winsome colors gone.
Left, shades of joyful life, all it enthralled
leaving then, no longer could she hang on.
Stood not, power to cease chiming clocks ticks
nor grant more sweet days of touching them all.
At last slow motion came, driving all clicks
Then last shadow began destiny's call.
Prayers uttered had no true, saving effect
dying-veil of darkness had embraced her.
Fate, its savage master sent to collect
was done in a blink, soul's final transfer.
Smiling, Fate winked at we few that remained
Message, when touched your life too, will be drained.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-02-2017
Sonnet

Note:  Poem was written on Death.... my mother's..
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
? Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
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O.J. Hunt Avatar
February 4, 2017 at 5:04 PM
A very heartfelt poem Robert, all the best and may God bless you always. PS Did u get my soupmail?
Lindley Avatar
February 5, 2017 at 12:03 PM
Thank you my friend. And thanks for finishing up our collaboration, your verses made it great IMHO.
Wolf Avatar
February 2, 2017 at 9:15 PM
Robert, my sincere condolences, a very heartfelt poem indeed my friend, Rick!
Lindley Avatar
February 5, 2017 at 12:02 PM
Thank you my friend.
Turner Avatar
February 2, 2017 at 1:43 PM
She did not die, Robert. She, or at least part of her, is still alive inside you. I am sorry for your loss and thank you for sharing:)
Lindley Avatar
February 5, 2017 at 12:01 PM
Thank you my friend.
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