Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

Turner Lane 1949

Infinite days still linger
in country lane of heavenly delight,
where we tasted the freshness of life
or was it all, just a game?
It seemed so perfect there
before infancy taken
alas to masquerade in a strange world
a culture godforsaken.
Yet!  One can hope the carousel
of a diligent life still spinning
will respect the eternal gradient
then stop at the beginning.
I search to find the evidence
of what once was ours,
but like the swiftness of the stream
the simplicity fades with the hours.
I’ve strived but failed to turn back the tide
submitted to life’s precarious frame,
yet when I close my weary eyes
to me you’re just the same.

© Harry J Horsman  1999

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Darlene De Beaulieu June 6, 2018 at 2:02 PM Helllo Harry, all this happened in11949. A sad time in the year. have a nice day my friend.

James Swartz May 9, 2018 at 7:36 AM A great trip back through time Harry. Nostalgia can have a sense of sadness to it and your rhyme with your images make this a fave.

Maria Williams May 7, 2018 at 5:37 AM I wish I could turn back time even for an hour. An awesome write Harry, enjoyed from beginning to end....Maria hugs

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri May 7, 2018 at 12:56 AM Expressed in awesome rhyme scheme wow. Reminiscing so poetically. Enjoyed this a lot! Kudos I must say. Soo nice to read from your pen again. I luv interaction in this cold world, Pleez add your thoughts/comment to my newest poem too, or this world feels too robotic ah

Nette Onclaud May 6, 2018 at 7:11 PM awhh, some unforgettable reveries simply live forever... i enjoyed this splendid work, harry!.. hugggs

Andrea Dietrich May 6, 2018 at 6:11 PM wow, this is one of your best. I often write on these types of themes, Harry. That is what age does to us. Soupmail for you.

Daniel Turner May 6, 2018 at 2:02 PM Nice write, Harry. In this world of perpetual change nothing remains the same except in our memories. Like you, I have not found a way to turn back the clock.

Line Gauthier May 6, 2018 at 9:34 AM A beautiful nostalgic tribute. Superbly done, Harry.

Vijay Pandit May 6, 2018 at 6:36 AM Enjoyed reading your poem Harry..it has a memory and heart of its own..a talented creation. Deep in thought with words like:.I’ve strived but failed to turn back the tide submitted to life’s precarious frame, yet when I close my weary eyes to me you’re just the same. Best for a top win, Harry!