on waking from a heavy sleep

a sigh welled up from somewhere deep

her soul is filled with sombre pain

she will never be young again

 

memories from long ago

dance in her head to and fro

the world she knew can no longer be

no more to find who once was she

 

now comes a woman old and frail

watching her day's grow stiff and stale

no one can see,no one can tell

a young heart aches within the shell

 

time has landed a fatal blow

to follow a path she doesn't know

her search for answers is in vain

she will never be young again.

 

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I'm sure lots of people can identify with this poem - I especially think of my dear Mum who sadly passed away in January at 95, as when we were out shopping she would look at some of the pretty things and say she wished she was young again so she could wear them. Super poem Ellie, well done.

LOVELY MOVING POEM.

Ellie's poem about looking back wistfully at lost youth reminded me of a similar theme of thought that I had some time ago. (She has a habit of doing that.) This is the lyric of a song I jotted down when I was in a 'looking back' frame of mind. I like to think that my song writing is all about poetry set to music. I hope you like this one.

When We Were Beautiful.

by Ted Lancaster

As the years roll on and life and times are gone

Memories and feelings seem to linger on.

So we take bow and remember now,

Though flames that burned so bright may be an ember now.

All the escapades and the sweet charades

And the white lies and the masquerades

That were part of being young

When we were beautiful.

All those years ago

When we were beautiful.

Love was strong. Days and nights were long.

And life was just a place where we could all belong.

We were proud to be so young so strong so free.

We wanted life to last for all eternity.

With the escapades and the sweet charades

And the white lies and the masquerades

That were part of being young

When we were beautiful.

All those years ago

When we were beautiful

But love could not erase the cost of passing days

As life and love and beauty went their separate ways.

So the years came round and the snows came down.

We tried to keep our feet on ever shifting ground.

Then the escapades and the sweet charades

And the white lies and the masquerades

Were just a part of being young

When we were beautiful

All those years ago

When we were beautiful.

But if we should conclude in contemplative mood

To live a life of loneliness and solitude

We can care again. We can share again

And deep within our hearts we can be there again.

With the escapades and the sweet charades

And the white lies and the masquerades

That were part of being young

When we were beautiful.

All those years ago

When we were beautiful.

All the escapades and the sweet charades

And the white lies and the masquerades

Are still deep within our hearts

Where we are beautiful.

Just like so long ago

When we were beautiful.

Hyah Ellie.

Thank you for the nice comment.  It was at the end of the Poets' Corner, the very last entry.  I have erased it from there and put it here.  Hopefully it is a bit easier to find now. Did you find my 'Inner Child' one?

Keep writin' em.  

Ted

It's tagged on to the end of your first poem, 'Adulthood'.

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