Monday, September 9, 2019

Middle-age Melodrama


 Blame this one on the side effects of September-jazz...



Sweet-taunted by the music of
Those days gone by, these days I love
Soft-torn too oft it seems to me
Twixt lyric and the melody

Season and reason have their say
Flattery’s high has had its day
I’m too old to be lured by it
But too young to not 'want' a bit

Time tugs the strings of poet-hearts
I hug the sting that it imparts
Where rhymes are sometimes hard to please
They climb bars made of memories

After, is like the ruins where
Laughter-dream-drunk, I walked on air
Until youth’s fickle fantasy
Yielded to Truth’s reality

And all those things ‘I never would’
Become the things ‘I wish I could’
Half-haunted by the music of
Those days gone by, these days I love

© Janet Martin

2 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!