Those Days are Gone
©Yvonne Pick
’ÄúThose days are gone’Äù
Are the words from a sad, sad song.
The loss of youth and feeling left on the shelf,
’ÄúAll by myself’Äù.
’ÄúTo everything there is a season’Äù
The biblical Ecclesiastes 3 does reason.
’ÄúNothing gold can stay’Äù
American poet, Robert Frost did say.
Life’Äôs golden moments are fleeting,
Tragedy and ill health, cause for weeping.
’ÄúTwo roads diverged in a wood’Äù
As Robert Frost long pondered and quietly stood.
’ÄúThe road less travelled’Äù, the aim.
Optimism and wisdom to gain.
’ÄúThose days are gone’Äù
The words softly echo from a sad, sad song.
