Faded Youth
You used to smile a lot
When we were both young
Enough to play and run,
In the flowering fields.
Golden rays, golden hair
Golden cord, golden rings.
They are now all the same
In my memory.
The only thing not faded
Is the smile on your face.
We should have counted then
Those few blessings shared,
Lest we forget them
In the passing of years.
Our memories washed
Away as the rains
Came to clean
Away the dew
Covering us when we awoke
Laying in the grass of that meadow.
Faded Youth was originally published in Impspired Magazine, 2026 all rights reserved.
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