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Tis But a Day
I dreamed a dream of being young
that lasted but an hour
When I awoke, the world was gray,
my youth a crumpled flower.
Where flies the days & years of old? –
ageless Sol will not reveal
Memories stir at inconvenient times,
but the past does not seem real.
Still a word, a story, a silly song
can move my heart to tears
I rage at the power Time does possess
to lay waste all I hold dear.
I lie alone and wait in vain,
longing for the dream to renew;
Yet I know inside ’twill be only a day
before I’m just a memory too.
that lasted but an hour
When I awoke, the world was gray,
my youth a crumpled flower.
Where flies the days & years of old? –
ageless Sol will not reveal
Memories stir at inconvenient times,
but the past does not seem real.
Still a word, a story, a silly song
can move my heart to tears
I rage at the power Time does possess
to lay waste all I hold dear.
I lie alone and wait in vain,
longing for the dream to renew;
Yet I know inside ’twill be only a day
before I’m just a memory too.
Published 2nd Jan 2021
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2nd Aug 2021 5:28pm
Where does time go? I honestly still feel like I'm about 17 sometimes (I'm 44). You expressed the different feelings of surprise and decay of getting older very well.
