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Poem - A colour dear to me

posted Oct 6, 2013, 11:03 AM by Tibba Stoutfoot
by Lina Willowwood

A snifter made of sturdy glass, as clear as autumn morn
I hold it gently in me hand, although me thoughts are torn
For dark and cold are nearer now, the light is fading fast
And while I still have things to do, I think about the past

I find a bottle on the shelf, a gift from years ago
I pour its contents in me glass, I watch the gentle flow
The liquid is of golden hue, a colour dear to me
I take a sip and close me eyes, I let me feelings free

I think of choices ever wrong, of things I failed ter do
I blame me actions in me youth, the wrongs I did ter you
I rail against the wasted times, of riches spent in vain
Me cheeks are wet from bitter tears, as cold as autumn rain

The liquid is of golden hue, a colour dear to me
I take another thoughtful sip, and then at last I see
The past is home to memories of sorrow, hurt and pain
But if I had a second chance, I’d do it all again

The choices made those years ago, the errors of me ways
They also made me who I am, they led to happy days
They gave me friends who comfort me, forever strong and true
And best of all, them made it so I fell in love with you

I drink the final golden drops, they make me feel aglow
I hear yer calling from the bed, just like those years ago
The dark and cold are nearer now, the light is fading fast
But always when I look at you, I feel the summer last

Although we both are old and grey, our memories are strong
Yer beauty always natural, yer ever looking young
Yer smile as bright as autumn morn, it always welcomes me
Yer hair the hue of golden brown, a colour dear to me
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