Angie Zingsol Poet Free verse

Call of Memories

Memories of distant past
Gently taps this lonely soul
Those faery days
Tip-toed about and whispers,
"Little one, come on and out,
Adulthood is depressing and ruthful.
Look at the green pastures,
The shiny vale,
The playful glow-worms;
You made them lonely hearts.
Come on and play once more, come on.
Look at the rainfall,
The bubbles out there,
Longs for your sole company.
Why mooned about here now?
Burst out in laughter.
Why rueful, kid?
Remember your childhood, and come back.
Adulthood is darkness;
Growing, a curse
And almost always
Happiness has mere chance
Close your eyes, child,
And come back".

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Beata Agustin October 11, 2024 at 12:26 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.