May 31 2012 #686
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Free at last! Our childhood is over!
Now we can look back with tearful eyes
And see ourselves through sentimental lies,
As though these were for us the best years ever.
Perhaps they were, but we won't know till later,
When we have seen the landscapes of our lives,
And known the love of husbands or of wives,
And tasted of our fortunes, sweet or bitter.
For now, we're simply happy to move on
Yet sad for all that we must leave behind,
Celebrating as we say farewell.
Days and years flow swiftly through the mind,
Lingering long after they are gone
As tales we cannot help but oft retell.
© by Nicholas Gordon
Dear Subscriber:
This week’s poem of the week is a graduation poem.
You can hear me read the poem and listen to the music for it at my site by going to http://www.poemsforfree.com/week.html .
Yours,
Nick Gordon
Free at last! Our childhood is over!
Now we can look back with tearful eyes
And see ourselves through sentimental lies,
As though these were for us the best years ever.
Perhaps they were, but we won't know till later,
When we have seen the landscapes of our lives,
And known the love of husbands or of wives,
And tasted of our fortunes, sweet or bitter.
For now, we're simply happy to move on
Yet sad for all that we must leave behind,
Celebrating as we say farewell.
Days and years flow swiftly through the mind,
Lingering long after they are gone
As tales we cannot help but oft retell.
© by Nicholas Gordon