This Old Chest of Cedar


I lift the lid of this old chest

To inhale my life’s ambition

And one- by- one the passing years

Go by with admonition

Slipping through these fingers

With the newborn’s faded gown

The family bible worn with age

The lace I can’t put down

For all the chapters of my life

Are dreams that walked away

And I sit and wonder

What happened to the days

Where have all my flowers gone

I fail to see their colors

Once brilliant in the sunlight

To fill my world with memoirs

Embracing me with fragrance

Dancing in the wind

Filling life with passion

I call to them again

For I feel so abandoned

Within this chest of hope

I fear I’ll drown in sorrow

And know I cannot cope

So I close it once again

Wondering why I came

To reminisce the days gone by

For yesterdays remain



©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on November 8, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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