Rwabwogo B.Moses Poet Ballade

The Good Old Days

From side to side;
the smile of the morning sun,
and the cool of the midnight moon,
amidst the sparky stars.

I grin like a Cheshire cat.

as I seat underneath Divinity’s love for the globe;
the Soft breezes blow from odorous meadows
I get filled up with
nostalgic memories,

Oh! the good old days.
my dark brown eyes,
the dark youthful skin,
my frizzy youthful hair.

Everything retreated from me.
Oh! the good sweet old days,

Am now ancient,
 My never ending epistemophilia and 
wish to give the young people optimism.
my adaptability be exhume,
and live among the folk.

Change cannot be paused,
it’s an automatic, 
it needs not your consent to transpire.

Wreathed in smiles,
about my then and now;
I go to slumber like
a bird singing on the tree.
I’ve tasted of life’s sweet wine.

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Beata Agustin March 15, 2023 at 8:15 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." God bless you. Rwabwogo B.Moses March 16, 2023 at 1:29 AM am so excited like a singing bird on top of a tree, my pound of flesh glitters like a rich Jewell in an Ethiope's ear at night.