Time Has Passed, Colors Are On the Wane

Time Has Passed, Colors Are On The Wane Time has passed, colors are on the wane, Saddened smiles are dancing once again. Youthful perfect days are now deceased, Into dark midnights, aged and released. Like shreds of colored glass they yet shine, And cut softly into this heart of mine. Like sad whimpers from a crying child, Forever - Lost beauty, fading in the wild, Or heartache pain refusing to mend, Punishing dear life at its fading end. The pity! Such splendid days never last, As we endure yet more anguish from the past For we need the end to hold all the more Love and joy to even out sadder days of yore! R.J. and Robert J. Lindley- a collaboration. Note- This old sonnet , found late last night has been about halfway re-written and retitled this morn. Thus its the old me from 1975 and the much, much older me from, November 2015. As such its a collaboration..... Don't blame me, my muse insists!!