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In The Sunset

Updated on August 31, 2015
In the fading twilight times,
As my eyes are filled with tears,
I look out over my family home,
And I see the faces of my youth.

The good times and the bad are,
But a fading memory in time,
One by one felled by age and time,
Where has youth and vigor gone?

Saplings sprout and grow tall,
In the sun and rain at my home,
Timber is felled when mature,
But a hole is left hard to fill.

The sun is going down again,
And with it the ties that bind,
Fading memories as the sunset,
Sisters, brothers, kith and kin.

Roy Blizzard III
Roy Blizzard III


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      Larry Rankin 2 years ago from Oklahoma

      Beautiful poetic representation of a difficult subject.

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      Mary Wickison 2 years ago from Brazil

      So sad but so true. Beautiful poem.

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      kalpana's imagination 2 years ago from ahmedabad

      lovely.. do follow me to read my hubs

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      Cindy Crawford 2 years ago from Manchester

      Nice wrote Friend..........

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      John Hansen 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

      Sad but beautiful poem Roy. Well done.