when the day becomes night
from the light to the noir
and the smile that once was
now turns to a trickle of tears
and the heart beats faster then
abruptly slows to a shallow pace,
it feels of something that no
one else knows
once, not too long before,
the spirit was full of life’s verve
and now it has waned to the
slight of tear drops falling
but i regret not, for once
not too long ago, a smile did
evince upon my face and for
that moment, i am grateful
This poem resonates with me, my friend. I, too, withdraw and grow silent, in response to all that is so out of balance in the world. And yes, it is good to remember the golden years we were blessed to live...........It is always a pleasure to read you.
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