Nightlight
/So old as I walk down the hallway
So old as I lie down to sleep
Yet so full is my mind’s memory storehouse
Of the tales of my youth that I keep.
The gremlins of pain find small places
Where they hide and annoy through the nights
But my mind splashes in to its fountain of youth
Playing visions of past year’s delights.
Such beauty there is in a memory
Like a spring’s bubbling source in a lake
Always fresh as it bursts to the surface
In its efforts for mind’s thirst to slake.
The past a fond book with old chapters re-read
I know how the endings will go
Aging body reposed while my youthful mind plays
‘Neath the soft focused light of Life’s glow.
By James Geehring
From: United States
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