Sweet Bird of Youth
Sweet Bird of Youth.
Sweet bird of youth, you have flown
I see in my reflection there,
Evidence that time now owns
My wrinkled face, and greying hair.
I may not be as fleet of foot
And bear the aches that come with age,
But if my life had been a book,
Love would be there, on every page.
It matters not that time has passed
It only matters you are here,
A life so blessed, so filled with love,
Is beyond measure, beyond years.
Entry for
LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,
UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
23/9/18. Placed 4th.
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