Read Poem: HUES, by Peter Bové

Ancient sorrows
From days gone by
In worlds we only dream of
Hues of shadowy stories
That bring us to our knees
Bewildered we reminisce
Of great heroic feats
I’ll send them to you one evening
In a postcard with postage due
Maybe then we will remember
The days when life was true
We’ll walk together then
And smoke our cigarettes
In the smoky marsh of memories
And know from whence we came
Longing to go back there
Teary eyed and blue


Author: poetryfest

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