Poem A Colour Dear To Me

Discussion in 'Poems' started by Lina, Sep 28, 2013.

  1. Lina Chief

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    Me entry into the Autumn Poetry Competition
    A colour dear to me

    A snifter made of sturdy glass, as clear as autumn morn
    I hold it gently in me hand, although me thoughts are torn
    For dark and cold are nearer now, the light is fading fast
    And while I still have things to do, I think about the past


    I find a bottle on the shelf, a gift from years ago
    I pour its contents in me glass, I watch the gentle flow
    The liquid is of golden hue, a colour dear to me
    I take a sip and close me eyes, I let me feelings free


    I think of choices ever wrong, of things I failed ter do
    I blame me actions in me youth, the wrongs I did ter you
    I rail against the wasted times, of riches spent in vain
    Me cheeks are wet from bitter tears, as cold as autumn rain


    The liquid is of golden hue, a colour dear to me
    I take another thoughtful sip, and then at last I see
    The past is home to memories of sorrow, hurt and pain
    But if I had a second chance, I’d do it all again


    The choices made those years ago, the errors of me ways
    They also made me who I am, they led to happy days
    They gave me friends who comfort me, forever strong and true
    And best of all, them made it so I fell in love with you


    I drink the final golden drops, they make me feel aglow
    I hear yer calling from the bed, just like those years ago
    The dark and cold are nearer now, the light is fading fast

    But always when I look at you, I feel the summer last

    Although we both are old and grey, our memories are strong
    Yer beauty always natural, yer ever looking young
    Yer smile as bright as autumn morn, it always welcomes me
    Yer hair the hue of golden brown, a colour dear to me
    Spriggy, Tibba, Lully and 3 others like this.
  2. Simbo Bandmaster of the Songburrow Strollers

    *Cheers for winning poems!*
  3. Tibba Voluntary Assistant Chief

    Hooray for the Harvest Bard! *cheers* It's a very moving poem.
  4. Spriggy Member

    That's amazing Lina...

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