Alas!

Alas! The journal of my youth has all been subscribed

And the fresh greenness of my life has become grey winter

As for the state people call youth…

I don't remember how it arrived or when it ended
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Posted: May 2011

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agoodguy2have
Khayyam speaks of times lived, the quality of life remains a mystery. ;-)
Yankee4you
I wish for renewal of greenness last a season every year for you
Aria_e
@agoodguy2have:
Thanks, Good point thumbs up

@ Yankee4you:
Thanks and i wish for you too. cheers
jerseygirl50
God bless you my friend,angel I wish you the best..JG..wave comfort
gnj4u
Hi, Aria_e,
Khayyam's poem is quite lovely - touched by sadness, were it not for the beauty that the season of winter holds. Thank you for sharing.
Aria_e
@jerseygirl50:
Thanks and God bless u too dear friend. bouquet

Dear @gnj4u :
Thanks so much for comment. wave
niah9
a sad poem for sure....and nothing is black and white, I am learning them more now than before.....well written...Niahwow teddybear
Aria_e
@niah9 :
Thanks and well said dear niah.bouquet
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