You know when you're growing old - when all the hero's are gone - except Mick Jagger - though he was never one of mine.

(Image. Ian Drury and Wilco Johnson courtesy of Wikimedia)


All the Legends

All the legends of my youth have now left.
The rock stars, the actors, and the comics;
with their easy laughter without regrets,
and their casual grace of irresponsibility.

My life was lit – like a moth to their flame,
easily becoming consumed in their fame:
priests of pleasure with their pleasure spent,
upon the idle altar of amusement.

Carelessly, we kicked the sun into the moon,
As the nights became pups to our dog days.
But youth must have its end – as all too soon,
the sun ate the day – and swallowed the moon.

All things shall pass away – they cannot stay,
and what is gone is now lost in the past.
So, friends it’s no longer weed and guitars;
just a beer, and a deckchair on the grass.


© D G Moody 2023





Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-02-07 at 16:12

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D G Moody
My thanks to the editorial team for having my poem selected
2023-02-13


Editorial Team The PoetBay support member heart!
Congratulations! Your poem has been chosen to be featured on our home page by a fellow member of PoetBay. Thank you for posting on our poetry website!
2023-02-13


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Well written, DG! It’s a very familiar chord well struck!
To everything there is a season. The challenge, to accept it all with grace and gentleness
2023-02-10


MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
The sun ate the day and swallowed the moon ' beautiful lines
2023-02-09


Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
"as the nights became pups to our dog days" --- brilliant!

the whole poem is a pleasure. many thanks.
2023-02-09