There Was A Time When We Were Old

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There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.

Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.

In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

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When The World Is Your Oyster

When the world is your oyster
And your heart filled with gold
Come tell me your story
And together we’ll build
Something breathtakingly bold.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Gold That Gleams

Gold that gleams
I may not have
A butler, chauffeur
Do not wait on me
Nor a super jet does not fly
Me all alone across the sky.

This I’ve never known.

I do have riches far and wide
Far exceeding all that gleaming gold
Rich in life, filled with love
Friends and those who hold me up.

This I know is far better than
All that drips in gleaming gold
This I know
I have been told.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

There Was A Time When We Were Old

 

 

There was a time when we were old
We’d laugh and cry as life did unfold
No remorse for things gone by
Only clamour for a sweet
Haunting lullaby.

Ancient wrinkles on a child’s face
Laughing, crying filled with grace
No honour lost, no rushing pace
No deadline met, only loving grace
Masking love on a loving face.

In a time gone by we may have met
Laughed and cried, no heartache wept
What a wondrous thing
When we were young and therefore old
In a time when we spun together
Treasures made of gold.
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012