Leon Enriquez Poet Free verse

My Old Book

Here in my midst
I find a friend
From long ago


A lovely book 
From way back when
I was twenty-one


Time has aged well
This book and I
Going round the sun


Now here I sit
Hold my old book
With yellowed pages


I gently turn
Each well-done page
Now shaded brown


The years have passed
For book and I
As we journeyed together


A book of verse
As I observed
Read through the years


A sudden sadness
Flings melancholy
As time presides


I hold in my hands
The swirl of time
In things earthly


The book is called
"On This Mountain"
As aptness shows


So many lines familiar
Take form and speak
To me sure memories


This fifty-year old tome
Wears a green look
In fading book cover


The feel is good
The messages call
In tinted mint


Ever so often I
Pick this book
That takes me back then


Yes times of old
When knees were strong
And fiery tempers flamed


A token sum
Of days now past
Yet echoes cheery fond


This old book knows
The roads we took
Beyond all books


I gently hold
And turn the page
Feel time's passage


Here on this mountain
The days stretch far
As the eyes can see




Leon Enriquez
12 December 2014
Singapore

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