INDEPENDENCE LOST

[Cropduster]

INDEPENDENCE LOST

Foraging through chests of drawers
and boxed up bags of bric-a-brac,
sweet memories of mine and yours
came trickling, then flooding back.

Embraced by warm remembrances,
awash in thoughts of yester year,
I sighed a sigh of time gone by
which heralded a lonely tear.

Age tends to cage us, trapped within
these brittle bones and failing limbs,
to gaze upon a youthful time
of playful romps and summer swims.

Where went the care free nonchalance,
the chasing of the surf and sun,
buoyed by a sheer exuberance
of independence fin'lly won.

It disappeared into a chest,
along with independence lost.
The price paid for a length of life
Is learning to accept the cost.

Copyright (c) Allan Cropper March 2016

[Shelley Hansen]

Very poignant, Allan. It really resonates with me at the moment, watching the sad slow decline of my Mum, aged 91.

Cheers, Shelley

[r.magnay]

I like your work Allan.