Would that it’s always autumn
tomorrows and yesterdays are all today
there’ll be no worry about getting old
or the children going away
The breeze will ever be fair
and the boughs laden with fruits
the hearth is warm with laughter
while chasing our earthly pursuits.
will the the flowers grow
when there’s no hope of spring
will sorrows pass
if the world stops turning
who will have joy
in a world gone still
will children be glad
for dreams that never will?
Should time disappear
leaving the days as is
will it be a blessing
or will it be a curse
will it bring life to its fulness
or rob it of its reason and grace?
For dVERSE POETS’ PUB’s Open Link Night. Visit the pub for a great poetry party and meet its wonderful patrons. :-) Thanks for coming by. Have a beautiful day.