When Things Were Perfectly Perfect

When Things Were Perfectly Perfect

 

I notice there are shadows

forming now

behind the silver backing

of the mirror

you once posed before

without a care in the world ..

While the flag

you then waved and wore

is now torn

beyond the point of all repair

a seemingly

seamless reminder of those

days of yore ..

When we were both young

and magic

hung heavy in the air and

everything just

seemed so perfectly perfect

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sad poem of reflection. I wonder whether we see the days of our youth more favourably as we age? So much seemed new and exciting then. If you have experienced perfectly perfect, then I do believe you are fortunate. Some will go through life without having experienced that at all. Your poem Neville sent me travelling in many directions. Some perfectly happy and others not so. You give your readers much to ponder on here.

Chris

[Neville]

You got it in one .......... bless you Chris n truly :)

[Coyote Poetry]

We do have perfect days Neville. In old age. I wish I made them last forever. Your poetry heavy with memories. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my friend.
Coyote

[Neville]

You and me both Coyote and I suspect many others here and elsewhere too .. Many thanks for taking time to consider these words my friend ..Much appreciated Coyote .. Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure Neville and you are welcome.