L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

Yellowed Pages

I came across an ancient manuscript
Long languishing in a cluttered drawer
Where hidden memories lay among
The flotsam and jetsam of my life,
And reading it I realized a forgotten time
When idealism was a guiding principle
In my way of life, when in my naivete
I was convinced I could change the world.
I had taken many bits of my life from that chest
From time to time, when frantic searching
For direction caused me to flail about
Too late, I picked up the yellowed pages just now.


written August 8, 2021

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Gershon Wolf August 9, 2021 at 5:27 PM We set out to change the world... Few do... The world is a stubborn place. :) gw L Milton Hankins August 9, 2021 at 5:41 PM You are sooo right about that, gw. And, very few individuals have the opportunity to make a real difference in the grand scheme of things. Thanks.