While the weather was still warm <br />they played in the fountains <br />and life seemed easy <br />it was natural to smile <br /> <br />we could see no white caps <br />on the distant mountains <br />our focus was on <br />this golden mile <br /> <br />it was time for the young <br />to get thoroughly soaked <br />and dry in the lenient <br />October sun <br /> <br />the adults just sat <br />quite still, and joked <br />recalling their days <br />of childish fun <br /> <br />at the back of their minds <br />was something like night <br />but far enough away <br />to put off till tomorrow <br /> <br />while the kids still played <br />it just wasn’t right <br />to admit there was anything <br />remotely like sorrow<br /><br />Paul Judges<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-12/
