At Seventy-Five Poem by Melanie Emikohe
At Seventy-Five
Rating: ★5.0
Ecstatic once,
good old years
of youth's confidence.
swaggered a red carpet,
even without a crowd.
I didn't notice
when neighbors whined
and houses sprawled to rot
because I was young,
soaked in clouds.
Aged now but not quite;
For she's remembered
like petals of dawn.
Wherever she may be,
blows back life to me.
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5/5/2024 8:56:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely poemo Melanie All the best Roger