Poem: Poem at Forty
The "Two score" finale
As I approach in mind
With lived and learned soul
The out-lived and the longing,
Every lost and conquered goal
Memories of yesteryear
The innocence, the tears
Those carefree times and wall clock
Chimes ringing in and out the years
Childhood days seem far now
And what was is now no more
And at times they're made young
Again by a creaking old wood floor
© Niall Markey 2010
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