A Gardeners Forum Forums General Discussion The Banter Hall The Poet, Writer and Artist's Corner Forever Young

The gentle April morning showers,
Are whispering to the trees and flowers,
Of things we loved when we were young
Like songs of love so long unsung.

The years go by but we delay,
To love again without dismay.
We listen but we seldom hear,
The voice of life that is quite clear.

Our heart is but a dying amber,
Hoping that we still remember
To stoke the flame of youth once more,
So that our dreams are not ignored.

That's a wonderful poem, carino!!! Very nice!!!

Very nice, makes me feel my youth again!

Thank you for the kind words. I wrote this poem for my sister on her 50th birthday.