Searching

 

What am I

searching for

as I grow older

and feel the aches

and pains of life.

Is it my loves

of the past

when I was younger

with hopes and dreams

that became lost.

Is it my friends

from younger days

when we ran

and played

with no cares in the world.

Is it my parents

gone so long ago

teaching me

and holding me,

showing me love.

All my life

and all this time

my search goes on

within my mind,

memories of beautiful times

Reviews

[Celie Rose]

I really liked your poem..really gives you something to think about. A never-ending search of the soul. Well written. Keep writing.

[Willard Wells]

Thanks for the time spent with my work and comments.

[ANTO]

as the candle burns down - different shadows and different illuminations are revealed of the same rooms. We get a chance to see all the angles and that means a chance to regret as well as recall fondly. Each time we revisit, the synapses and their inter-connectors grow stronger. The mind is a wonderful thing.
The mind that created this poem is a wonderful thing.

[Willard Wells]

Well thank you for the kind words and as for the brain, it may be wonderful, but it keeps me busy keeping it focused on one thing.

[Valentine]

Searching, or has one finally found? We all reflect on the past...past relationships, lost loved ones etc. It is just a thing called.....growong older. Valentine

[Willard Wells]

Thank you for reading my words and commenting.