Times of Youth
Times of youth and days of old!
Resurrect you if I could,
Never would I need to brood
On my errors in the cold!
Mournful longings of the past
Fed by waning hope for light!
Quickly melt you if I might,
Greener thoughts could grow at last!
Troubled hours of years to come!
Never shall I fall again
Prey to your pale worries when
Love is dead and joy is mum!
My short days shall all be gone
Long before the world is gray:
I must bask without delay
In the bright rays of the sun!
Never should a man relent
To the tempests of the heart.
Do not wait ‘til woes depart
For, by then, all life is spent!
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016
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