Classic Movies Poem by Noel A Medina

Classic movies, our thing of past
Memories linger, surely would last
A thing of beauty, is joy forever
Of John Keats’s poetry, a nature lover

A child in us, longing we keep
Though miles to go before we sleep
Paradox in life, we stay and fight
At tunnel’s end, there’s always light

These classics seen, adventures flow
Never grow tired watching this show
Maybe you have, maybe you’ve been
Poetry in motion, catch it on film