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
Memories of years gone by.
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Exciting tales to tell….even if, sometimes embroidered. 😉
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Autumn is still a busy, joy-filled season ❤ (and way better than the alternative!)
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Especially in the ‘Autumn’ of one’s life….. 😉 Hugs!
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Exactly!
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Hugs!!! ❤
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Beautiful!! Embrace today! Hugs! ❤️
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Thanks, D! Indeed….Embrace the Day!!!! Hugs! ❤
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❤ 🙂
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❤
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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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You are so kind Mel…..The Bard is my Eng Lit Hero….and I am slave to his Sonnets…. 😉 Hugs! ❤
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🙂 You’re welcome 🙂 But my friend, you aren’t a slave, you’re the high priest of sonnets!
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Bless you….. Big Hugs! 😉
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🙂
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What a message. So eloquently expressed.
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Thanks Matey….
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