SONNET 859
By JH Sayyar
Farewell, sweet days of youth brightly shone,
With laughter echoing in the fields of play;
The skies of childhood, golden and wind-blown,
Now dim as twilight nears the end of day.
Once, barefoot dreams ran wild beneath the sun,
With joy untouched by sorrows’ solemn face.
The race is done, the toys of time undone,
Now calm steps wander to a slower pace.
Yet do not mourn the flight of springtime’s grace
For age brings wisdom, peace, and mellow light.
Soft memories still in the heart find place,
Like stars that rise to warm the silent night
So let us smile as youth takes final bow:
By JH Sayyar
Farewell, sweet days of youth brightly shone,
With laughter echoing in the fields of play;
The skies of childhood, golden and wind-blown,
Now dim as twilight nears the end of day.
Once, barefoot dreams ran wild beneath the sun,
With joy untouched by sorrows’ solemn face.
The race is done, the toys of time undone,
Now calm steps wander to a slower pace.
Yet do not mourn the flight of springtime’s grace
For age brings wisdom, peace, and mellow light.
Soft memories still in the heart find place,
Like stars that rise to warm the silent night
So let us smile as youth takes final bow:
The soul is evergreen, though wrinkled brow
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