£ Oh sweet bird of youth, when did you slip away?
When we were young, it was not clear that you might leave one day.
€ We had such times on your great wings those days indeed did fly.
And now you’re gone we can’t recall just when you passed us by.
£ On those strong wings, how we did soar with strength, fine looks and pluck.
They teased with hope, they offered wealth and they offered luck.
€ Now as we pine the hours, musing on our loss,
We grasp at straws to find that strength, that health, that vibrant gloss.
£ While moving on without you, brings us to tear,
Knowing you will not return……leaves us in fear.
€ Oh, please return, old friend of youth,
Without you now we face the truth.
£ Like you one day we’ll slip away,
Our time here gone, with dreams of yesterday.
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Dedicated to all those who have gone before us.
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I am often asked to recite this poem at various events, and my daughter JoAnn has recited it at many events. I have also granted others permission to recite or post this poem; provided I am cited as the author. If you wish to use this poem, or wish me to recite it at your event, please contact me through my contact page.
Regards,
Joe Campolo Jr