My Glass To Grace
Should we lament our days in the sun
No longer to fare but linger in shadow
Remembering glow of supple bloom
That shone on early days refined
Do I despond with rightful view
When seeing those of budding course
As I once raised my glass to grace
Pursuing lavish dreams of youth
Why then with this sweet account
Do I still grieve with greed for more
Ready not for eyes that close
Holding fast to remnants keep
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment