The Wake Of Sadness, In Youth's Brevity

Vagaries of wondrous youth I so miss
Sunset, its purple hues, her tender kiss
Bacon and fried eggs, waking to dawn's gold,
Sweet things one remembers when getting old.
Warm fires, those heavenly campfire nights
Love's delights when making up after fights;

Rose garden and gleaming glamorous reds
Morn's happiness when rose from our night bed
Voice beckoning me to give longer hugs
"I Love You", you put on our coffee mugs.
Such dear things, deepest treasures I now hold
Romance tales, I feel must be retold.

Alas! Youth flies away and does not last
Yet greatest of treasures lie in our past.

Robert J. Lindley, June 23rd, 1998
Sonnet, ( Memories, Treasures Held)

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