by Peter Humphreys

like an aging dog
and a favourite tree
I find myself
seeking comfort
in places familiar
little changed
from my youth
now youth defies me
in body
if not in spirit
I value
more than I can say
the kiss of a gentle breeze
as I meander
where I strode
a student
of the times
my mind
and body
some years ago
as I return
to the clarity
of my youth
values not clouded
by age
older in time
not heart
I love to live
and love again
the bitter
sweet taste
of hope


Posted on 06/14/2012
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/14/12 at 07:37 PM

They say that Ireland was the origin of all life, that we've been lied to all these many hundreds and hundreds of years about our true history, and that, the "end" of life as we know it will lead us all back there. (I listen to a different "they" than most folks.....LOL) This poem convinces me they're right. You've used words to paint a little slice of my life, too. Thank you!!!

Posted by George Hoerner on 06/14/12 at 10:23 PM

Oh Peter, it is so good to see back and writing as well as you always have. And you are so right, HOPE does somehow spring eternal within the humand heart. Bless you and keep me company as we walk toward the horizon.

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