White Lilacs

White Lilacs

Memories rise
   like the scent of lilacs in the air
   simple yet fragrant filled with now forgotten cares,
once so important
   nothing could contain them
   as life hurried forward not seeing  round the bend.
Lessons learned too late
   but part of living every day
   with joy, love and sorrow that slowly passed away.
Looking back now
   wish I could grow young again
   relive the steps foolishly made on shifting sands.
If  I could slip into the paths not taken
    as life flowed to the oceans unplanned
    while on the shores I watch and silent stand.
Those years are gone
    lost to the fleetness of  time
    and love passes quickly  beyond our prime.
The lilacs bloom tall and graceful
    blowing freely in the air
    if I could go back, would I dare?
Live Life over again
   without mistakes
   but sadly that is not my fate.
Let the lilacs bloom
   and my past be written as it was
   while I cling to my memories of more youthful love.



A Folksong sung by The Womenfolk called White Lilacs - give a listen,

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lv85Rr3Plgk&index=14&list=PLO-UbICkLW9OEB5mwKrfL7gpsyxJq0jZA

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