Recycled Stories

poem by: Cecilia Crasto
Written on Oct 28, 2016

We too were once the young ones
But time has made us old
So now we tell the stories
That once to us were told.

We climbed many mountains we hiked in the rain
With youth's exuberance we never knew pain
We chased the wind and scaled the trees
Played in the snow and swirled with the leaves
the falling stars were ours to keep
Holding them tightly as we drifted asleep
We lay in the sun and danced with the moon
How could we know it would end so soon
Time will complete what age could not defeat
Angels will come to take our hand
And lead us to the Promised Land.

The young ones too will grow old
And they will tell the stories
That once to them were told.


Tags: rhyme, inspirational, imagery,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Lovely poem is a journey. Now I am watching my grand kids grow up travelling through life.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Kind words from an excellent writer, no greater joy than being a grandparent.
Christopher Russon commented:
My grand kids and my daughters are my world and of course my wife. But can I get them to write poetry no way.Thank you for your lovely comment Ce├žilia.
John Rodie commented:
Nicely summed up youth and age well counterpointed
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you John, much appreciated.
Carl Halling commented:
I can really identify with so much of this beautiful and deeply affecting poem.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you Carl, life does go by in a flash.
Steve Jones commented:
Love this one. So true and at almost 50, I'm starting to see the change in guard within my circles. :)
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you JW Hawk, what happened to the years? didn't realize that our time in this beautiful world is so brief.
John Carson commented:
And the circle ever turns. Really nice work
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you John, appreciate your comment.
Patrick Lean commented:
Well written poem Cecilia. I like the way you brought the theme full circle.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you Patrick, I'm humbled to receive your kind comments.
Maria Williams commented:
What I'd give to be a child again. This poem is great, it got me remembering my childhood. that is a mark of a great writer to make one reflect. Well done.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you Maria, I grew up in a large family, so there was always someone to talk to, great memories, wonderful parents.
Frank byrne/Hornby.. commented:
When we are young, growing old is never a thought.......then suddenly we are recalling events of 60yrs ago! seems like a blink of the eye....and I'm now playing games with my great granddaughter!..........and loving the poem usual..
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Thank you Frank, I hope you continue to play games for a long time, this is what keeps us young, in spirit and heart, wrinkles and grey hair don't matter.


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