Oh how I rue this deciduous time;
relentless in it’s passing year by year
while robbing memories we hold so dear,
and shedding yonker that was once our prime.
Through time we plod this monumental climb;
the cliffs of life we grapple fighting fear
while ever facing time’s relentless jeer
as youth is spent on chasing dreams sublime.
And yet we’ve heard it said that as we age
we gain more wisdom with each passing phase,
endowments mastered as life’s dream pursues.
But still with passing time the battles rage,
and loss of youth we shed as hopes abrase.
Deciduous time this aging poet rues.
September 3, 2025
Categories:
yonker, age, life, time,
Form: Italian Sonnet
The Brighter side : Optimistic turn
Passion,
Fashion,
Sweet pie,
To die,
No sleep,
You creep,
No meets,
He cheats,
Annoy,
Destroy,
Lost dream,
You scream,
Worst fears,
Flow tears,
Above,
True love,
Good start,
Beats heart,
Worthwhile,
One smile,
Savoy,
Enjoy,
Yonker,
Conquer !
Written April 6th, 2015
For contest "Footles poem" by Judy Konos
Awarded 1st place
Categories:
yonker, love, muse,
Form: Footle
politics she is dirty
yet she is always flirty
they want her to be conquer
she brought them in her yonker
making us all unworthy
Categories:
yonker, political,
Form: Limerick