Ecstatic once, <br />good old years <br />of youth's confidence. <br />swaggered a red carpet, <br />even without a crowd. <br /> <br />I didn't notice <br />when neighbors whined <br />and houses sprawled to rot <br />because I was young, <br />soaked in clouds. <br /> <br />Aged now but not quite; <br />For she's remembered <br />like petals of dawn. <br />Wherever she may be, <br />blows back life to me.<br /><br />Melanie Agua<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-seventy-five/
