I Ran Into Yester-Years
I ran into the yester-years
and found the father of fears
lingering in the lore of lies
sold to our simple skies.
I turned back to face the future
peeping at its pleasant picture;
Inscribed on an immortal image
…The symbol of a sincere sage
I looked around to toast today
Wooing its wealth all the way;
Now I know, I’ll never neglect
My past, present and prospect!
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2010
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment