Many years before, we were young.
We were children playing in a backyard,
We read underneath the shadows of an oak tree,
We were young.
We were friends with people that did us wrong.
No problem, we learned from our mistakes,
We were blinded by the flow,
We were young.
We grew apart, but in a moment we met.
I remember your eyes, how alive they were,
I saw you under the oak, we absorbed the words,
We were young.
I saw you, and our grandchildren!
Oh how the hours pass us by when we love life,
We shared the moments, always will,
We were young.
Until I saw you fly away, a white dove.
In a lonely bright sky you were taken away,
My wing was broken, I could not fly with you,
I was young.
Time mended my wing, how else could I fly?
Even at an advanced age, I feel young,
Now I am making my approach, I will see you soon,
My love.
-Erick Flores
Good afternoon. Hope all of you are having a great day! I was inspired to write this poem today. Just finished it, as a matter of fact. I heard a true story of a married couple that were together, and because of age passed away. I hope that they are well, rest in peace. I hope that this touches the hearts of those that are in a relationship, and that they learn to treasure their relationship. Do not take it for granted!
this is cute:) totally a favorite
ReplyDeleteThank you patti for taking the time to read it. I am glad that you enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza really hits home. I love this, Erick!
ReplyDeleteand ahh I missed your poems. :) I'm finally taking some time out to catch up.
Thank you Aura (@underthepinksky)! I am glad you are taking the time to read! I also have to catch up on your blog!
ReplyDeleteErick, this poem is beautiful. Sometimes love is one-sided and does not work out. Sometimes it is beautiful and does. But even though things don't always work out as we wish in this life, you are right....we'll meet again! Love your work.
ReplyDeleteHello Mary,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your support. Yes, it is true! Interesting observation.
Erick Flores
...and they lived life they way everyone should ... with young hearts. Very sweet.
ReplyDeleteI like this Erick. The voice was very true--I was surprised upon looking down to recall that you are fairly young. You had me absorbed in the voice of the poem! Thank you for visiting my blog too and posting at Poetry Jam. You must be facing finals pretty soon--good luck!
ReplyDeleteHello Margaret,
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting! Greetings.
Erick Flores
Hello Peggy,
ReplyDeleteI am glad to hear that you enjoyed it. Yes, I am twenty years old, but I like to let my imagination fly. Placing ourselves in someone else position is always interesting. Yes, finals next week. Thank you for visiting, and for the wishes.
-Erick Flores
A beautiful tribute to love.....BEAUTIFUL! :-)
ReplyDeleteCarrie,
ReplyDeletegood to hear from you. Thank you for your comment. It means a lot. Hope all is well! Hope to have you here again.
Erick Flores
Lovely sweet poem. Love should always be like this.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
Hello @Cassiopeia Rises, thank you for commenting! Means a lot!
ReplyDeleteErick Flores
I won't! Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteHello @Titus,
ReplyDeletethank you for visiting and commenting. Hope to have you back!
Erick Flores
ah this is beautiful eric...we remember the times when we were young, much different than today...some days i wish i could go back, but it does not mean i can not live young today...
ReplyDeleteHello Mr. Miller,
ReplyDeleteyes, it is true. We may all be young by heart.
Erick Flores