hope
perhaps
like an aging dog
and a favourite tree
I find myself
seeking comfort
in places familiar
little changed
from my youth
now youth defies me
in body
if not in spirit
I value
more than I can say
the kiss of a gentle breeze
as I meander
where I strode
a student
of the times
my mind
and body
detached
some years ago
yet
as I return
to the clarity
of my youth
values not clouded
by age
older in time
not heart
I love to live
and love again
the bitter
sweet taste
of hope
Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2012-06-17 at 14:39
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