Aging Poetry
remember the simple poem
you wrote as a young kid
in the second grade for
assignment one cold February week
for the upcoming Valentine's Day
on wide-ruled yellow paper
with a fat dark-green #1 lead pencil
then transferred to pink construction paper
and handed in to Miss Wells
with both pride and trepidation
even though you didn't know
what that meant back then
and remember the first
real "love poem" that you
weren't just assigned to read,
but read, by Whitman, or Burns
or Dickinson, and how the
lightening of insight came
to you from the first read
and you felt the flash of
both heartache and joy
and now, childhood yellowed
and a bit fuzzy at this point
witnessing many hearts ached since
but still...still the yearning
goes on, to stand on a hilltop
with gray clouds hung in blue skies
and recite from your own aged
memory how much you have loved
another, lost, and loved again
ageless in the life-long longing ...
© Goode Guy 2012-04-03
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