THOUGHTS BY A SECLUDED POND

Brenda Quin

Would that I were young

again, and able to seize 

and capture the passing years, 

slow them in their 

race with time.

If I were young again and

had the gift of words that

once came easily. Words and 

time to share my stories,

perhaps, my hopes and my 

desires.

Time to rest upon the mossy 

bank, above the small secluded

pond. A place of peace

and beauty, the sunlight

filtering through the trees above,

the pond so still, no ripples 

disturb its surface.

But time passes in a flash, and

all we have is now, and

all tomorrows soon become 

today.

If I were young again, could

I make the past years ones 

of laughter, love and continuity,

without the present knowing?

If I were young again.

These verses are in a collection of poems available at - http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006HIR3YU

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