Sunday Sonnet!


Beneath the dust of mind’s forgetfulness,
Interred, lie dormant, treasured memories
That waken to enquirer’s kind caress,
A fountainhead of joy for retirees;
Impeded, not by favour nor through fear,
A torrent of delightful smiles ensues,
Relating raunchy tales for all to hear,
Into the distant years of blue suede shoes;
Alas! Like clay within a potter’s hand,
Sweet Truth consents to being plied by age,
Much better to indulge this happy band
Than see them trapped within a joyless cage.
Embrace, content, those mild autumnal years,
Lest, they be filled with unremitting tears!

©Meanderings 2016

17 responses to “Sunday Sonnet!

  1. Memories of years gone by.

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  2. Autumn is still a busy, joy-filled season ❤ (and way better than the alternative!)

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  3. Beautiful!! Embrace today! Hugs! ❤️

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  4. Wow another sweeping stanza and as always, it’s got a great message. Thise last two lines read like a cautionary tale or Shakespearean fortune cookie 🙂

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  5. What a message. So eloquently expressed.

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