I
Early years of laughter and giggles,
Wonderful times of jokes and tickles.
Running freely on the rolling meadows,
Sitting alone playing with the shadows.
II
Under the wide azure sky,
I often wish that I could fly.
Like birds riding the clouds up high
With angels closely passing by.
III
As the day falls in purple haze,
I enjoy nothing but to star gaze.
The glimmer and glitter makes me soar,
Mood and spirit up to my core.
IV
The innocent days will be forgotten,
But not the lessons we have gotten.
Let them guide us until the end,
And make worthy of the time lend.
~~~
Frummi Jacobs
16 February 1996
YOU ARE READING
Ode to the Lost
PoetryNot a story but a collection of poems I wrote over the years. I started writing poems during my late teenage years. It served as my outlet to keep angst and anxiety at bay. Hope you'll find it therapeutic and worthy of your time.
