Recycled Stories
poem by:
Cecilia Crasto
Written
on Oct 28, 2016
We too were once the young ones But time has made us old So now we tell the stories That once to us were told. We climbed many mountains we hiked in the rain With youth's exuberance we never knew pain We chased the wind and scaled the trees Played in the snow and swirled with the leaves the falling stars were ours to keep Holding them tightly as we drifted asleep We lay in the sun and danced with the moon How could we know it would end so soon Time will complete what age could not defeat Angels will come to take our hand And lead us to the Promised Land. The young ones too will grow old And they will tell the stories That once to them were told.
Tags: rhyme, inspirational, imagery,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem Cecilia.life is a journey.
Now I am watching my grand kids grow up travelling through life.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Kind words from an excellent writer, no greater joy than being a grandparent.
Christopher Russon
commented:
My grand kids and my daughters are my world and of course my wife.
But can I get them to write poetry no way.Thank you for your lovely comment Ceçilia.
John Rodie
commented:
Nicely summed up youth and age well counterpointed
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you John, much appreciated.
Carl Halling
commented:
I can really identify with so much of this beautiful and deeply affecting poem.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you Carl, life does go by in a flash.
Steve Jones
commented:
Love this one. So true and at almost 50, I'm starting to see the change in guard within my circles. :)
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you JW Hawk, what happened to the years? didn't realize that our time in this beautiful world is so brief.
John Carson
commented:
And the circle ever turns. Really nice work
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you John, appreciate your comment.
Patrick Lean
commented:
Well written poem Cecilia. I like the way you brought the theme full circle.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you Patrick, I'm humbled to receive your kind comments.
Maria Williams
commented:
What I'd give to be a child again. This poem is great, it got me remembering my childhood. that is a mark of a great writer to make one reflect. Well done.
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you Maria, I grew up in a large family, so there was always someone to talk to, great memories, wonderful parents.
Frank Hornby .
commented:
When we are young, growing old is never a thought.......then suddenly we are recalling events of 60yrs ago!......it seems like a blink of the eye....and I'm now playing games with my great granddaughter!..........and loving it...haha....love the poem Cecilia.....as usual..
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
Thank you Frank, I hope you continue to play games for a long time, this is what keeps us young, in spirit and heart, wrinkles and grey hair don't matter.
