Yesterday

When young, nursery rhymes we sung

Around my neck reckless arms you flung

You pretended I was king, I gave you a broken ring

promising to make you queen

In your fright you held me tight

I chased away your monsters in black of night

You may recall, that through it all

hand in hand, out of poverty we did crawl

Years came and went, passion's currency spent

A stranger moved in without my consente

We grew gray, a chilly wind filled the way

Now I dream of yesterday

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Memories. I was thinking of school days and college days and reviewing the past after reading your poem. Many happy moments, Many sad moments I walked and now I wonder who I am in this world. My grey colored hair is black to mak me young and smart.... Day's move on.... nicely written

[Soren]

Thank you for the review of this piece and your observations are quite on track. They are much appreciated and valued

[Arundass TP]

Welcome friend 😊

[Poet Pittinix]

I think I know the feeling. Thumbs up for this piece.

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the read and most kind words of support

[Marie]

How awfully sad when a couple who have been together since childhood grow apart as the years go by and finally call it a day, leaving one with only yesterday in dreams. A heart wrenching write with acceptance of what is, but with a deep desire and longing for yesteryear when two children grew up together, fell in love and thought they would be together forever. You have penned a very poignant write, dear poet. One which touched my heart, my mind and my soul. Thank you for sharing it. I wish I had a magic wand and could give it to you to change things back in time so the two of you would be still together and still deeply in love!

[Soren]

Thank you so much for the kind remarks although we all long for fairy tale endings that is not life not even in poetry. Thank your so much for your interpretive read

[Marie]

Most welcome always, dear poet. Yes, everybody hopes for a fairytale ending, but reality is a very different story...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love at five...reminds me of an old Jan and Dean song called "Baby Talk"
"I am only six years old and my baby's three"---
but love seemed such a thrill back then...we thought we would love forever....
why in the hell did we have to grow up?
j.

[Soren]

Thank you Jacob so true many of us wonder why we had to grow up others wonder why we were ever young or even born. I appreciate your comments Jacob