Bob Whelan Poetry - The Songs We Sing Poem by Bill Grace
Bob Whelan Poetry - The Songs We Sing
At youth's verdant door
I sang:
of love,
of sorrow
of heroism and honor -
all that I had so little seen.
At the "mids" I crooned of lost opportunity,
lost ambition,
yet full of pride.
At age I sing softly
of all that has been,
of all I am grateful for,
and the eternal score
which is to come.
Monday, December 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Bob Whelan is a retired Air Force Colonel and a great friend. He dashed this off one day and I have cleaned it up a bit and publish it here with out permission.
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