Anna Hopper Poet Rhyme

Vintage Dye

As time slides by
The vibrance fades
 A vintage dye
Of better days

Bold hues bleed
To worn pastel
I’m forced to heed
My senses, stale

I miss the days 
When passion dripped
It found escape
By fingertip 

A steady flow
Of inspiration 
Set free, to grow
A new foundation

Green turned gold
Time again
Great stories told
But, met their end

Now, looking back 
I must reflect
I’ve sure lost track
One would expect

But I’m still I
Though I’ve changed 
I crave the life
That was arranged

Still, the feel
Not, quite, the same
A bitter deal
It’s “time” to blame

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 27, 2020 at 12:24 PM I'm back. An even better read the next day. (good soup is like that) Tucking this one in the faves. xomo Anna Hopper May 27, 2020 at 1:42 PM Lol! Thanks so much for reading. I had to change the name. It was irrelevant to the poem..

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 26, 2020 at 11:06 PM Something to think about before sleep takes me... as Arnold says, I'll be back ;), xomo