Hoary Poem by C.R. Blazo

You know...
I sure was sad to flip through the pages
And watch my life unfold
I saw my life in the precious years
And now I'm turning old
Nostalgic lanes with rickety fences
And cherry trees so high
Remnants of children's laughter
And sullen memories
Cry
The mountains of central Maryland
Are where my green years lie
With valleys studded in maple and oak
Easy time passes by
A garden with sunflowers
An old farmhouse row
Bare feet running through the grass
To follow a firefly's show
Mother's hugs and Father's shrugs
Grow the kid to be
He takes nature in his heart
And expresses it with glee
To kiss her first under the moon
While watching eyes await
To carry her hand through the years
They truly did conflate
Pacing through the working years
A working man turns gray
Fellow friends of long years lived
Don't make another day
This tends to make me sad
So this is what I say...
I'm turning old
I'm turning gray
I wish it wasn't true
I have not a single regret
Of being the boy I knew
For when I'm gone and not around
I wish that someone could see
That the mountains of central Maryland
Are my legacy.