When music no longer pleases the ear,
and eyes are dimmed to Nature’s glory,
scant notice taken of lover’s scent,
a tongue blasé to bright new tastes,
youthful step a near lifetime ago,

there will remain a heart full of memories
some remembered, some but life’s yearnings.

The protective warmth of parents’ hands,
a teacher’s hugs o’er papers smudges,
chosen first in classroom games,
that Christmas stocking perfectly filled,
oft traded smiles and traded hearts,
perfect days, intimate nights
children’s tears, children’s smiles

and helping hands, and helping hands

Gus Daum


About degus221

A Kansan who has migrated to Oregon.
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