Someday when far advanced into your years,

Think back to today and the joy it brought.

Perchance reflect upon the lessons taught.

Remembrance pierced by your smiles or your tears.


When your bones are frail and your sight is dim,

Recollect the one entranced by your grace,

One ensnared by the beauty of your face.

Ne’er curse nor deny your memory of him.


As your final days are passing away,

Recall how it was his love that you spurned,

Sending him to hiding not to return,

Love that is left to die with him someday.


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About John White

I've written off and on my entire life. It took years for me to finally take putting words together seriously. Now it's not, nor does it ever feel, like work. Writing daily has become habitual. No day is complete without words having appeared on the page.

Posted on September 20, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Today, you have beautifully talked about SOMEDAY…………. Amazing poem! Love this.

  2. LadyBlueRose's Thoughts Into Words

    words to give one pause to think of the ripples they set free with a word or action
    I like this…
    Take Care…You Matter…

  3. Quite beautiful.

  4. “love that is left to die with him someday.”
    brings the feels. 🙂

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