The Sweet Bird Has Flown
‘tis dusk and I am sitting all alone
while watching sun sink slowly in the west;
the autumn air is chilling to the bone,
and leaves my spirit feeling quite depressed.
As umber leaves are falling from the trees,
and forming somber blanket on the ground;
I ponder days gone by in hopes to seize
a fleeting glimpse of faded youth abound.
Recalling springtime and its warmer days
while playing in the meadow all in bloom,
and teeming with red poppies all ablaze,
but now too late these mem’ries to exhume.
Alas, sweet bird of youth has flown away
as I remain here aging in dismay.
May 2, 2019
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2019
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