RAPID CYCLING POEMS

THE MEADOW

THE MEADOW

 

I long for the meadow of memories past

The shadows of laughter that age overcast

My time there was fleeting and youth didn’t last

While responsibilities and sadness came on too fast.

And so with my mind’s eye I replay the past

And yearn for the meadow and that fresh dewy grass

So to my memories I raise my half empty glass

To the shadows of laughter that age overcast.