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