A Villanelle To Lost Youth Poem by Patricia Denise Newman

It seems like only yesterday
when we were young and days were long
and life held promise in its sway.

Our summers then were bright and gay,
with easy laughter filled with song.
It seems like only yesterday.

Remember how we lost our way
as dreamily we strolled along,
and life held promise in its sway.

What memories of childhood play
sift through our minds as we dream on.
It seems like only yesterday

We see ourselves lain in the hay;
safely warm in summers throng;
and life held promise in its sway.

These golden days that could not stay;
the warmth of youth is now long gone.
It seems like only yesterday,
and life held promise in its sway.