Memories Of First Love
An old man remembers his first loveStanding on the cliff edge early on that spring mornHe watched the sun rise over the rim of the world,Painting the cliffs golden in the clear light of dawn.How he envied the sea birds who with wings unfurledLeft their craggy roosts to soar up into the sky, To float unrestrained on unseen cushions of air,Free as the gentle zephyrs that carried them highAbove his stooping form burdened by age and care. There was a time when...
