Reflections
Back home, I ponder long on life.
Death is so final, no return.
I sit alone on my sheltered cosy porch,
And think of spring forget-me-nots,
Of roses dark as festive damask,
And swaying poppies red and gold.
Of summer figs and yellow gourds,
Of sweet delicious melons,
And mouth-watering peaches
Syrupy and luscious and juicy,
While sunsets turned to red
And moons shone on my love.
So I will not bid her goodbye.
Others may wail, lament and cry.
I shall live on, unattended
And relive the happy endless days,
The haunting lullabies of my love.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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