To Be Loved Once More
I feel, in my soul, so emotionally young;
I so dread what remains in store;
discouraged and sad at what life’s become;
I wish I could love, once more.
Memories remind of those I’d cherished;
some, to love; others; as friends;
many, very close to me, have perished;
is this how all lives must end?
A life that, to many; seems so magnificent;
surely was designed to last;
instead, for all, it appears insignificant;
when death always comes too fast.
Youth is sunshine that makes love bloom;
smiles, blossom on each lover’s face;
tears and sad faces surround every tomb;
old age is only kissed by God’s grace.
Old age is more complex; when all alone;
there is no one to hug and kiss;
a single resident, doesn’t make a home;
you become, who few even miss.
I’ve become the wallpaper in every room;
my presence; very few detect;
all, keenly aware, I’ll be leaving life soon;
instead of love; I get respect.
Love; the energy making life worth living;
that, which most of us live for;
I still have much love I wish I was giving;
I wish I could be loved, once more.
Monty 11/10/23. # 1,850