Forever Searching

I planned a trip to take me back to yore To find the loving days of long ago Back to all of the friends we used to know And the familiar sweetness of before. But there were none who lived there any more, I could not fin a street with status quo. Not one thing from those wonder years. When life was so sublimely without tears. All vanished with you when you went away, Those sunny, merry, loving days of old. The happiness of youth’s not meant to stay, No more will loving arms ever enfold. My dearest love, when God took you away He took the sunshine from my summer day. Written June 6/11 By: Joyce Johnson 6/10/11 Written in Iambic Pentameter For Francine's contest: Sonnets, Sonnets, Everywhere