MEMORY OF YOUTH

I once sought the shade of trees
beneath their leafy bowers
Some respite from the summer sun
to pass away the hours

For that was when I was young
a memory from the past
But seasons come and seasons go
and soon the years do pass

And now my soul seeks the warmth
of forsaken summer suns
Times of promise and life renewed
when I thought that youth would last

Some respite from the bitter cold
as my body now grows old
Standing here 'neath branches bare
where once were leaves of gold

No promise of the warmth I seek
as I look for skies of sun
I realise those days have gone
as I stand 'neath branches bare
And now I know that I am old
and at a sunless sky I stare...

Poem by Dianne
Inspired by some words from Boneman