Beaujolais Days


The inescapable hunter
Limiting opportunities.
Iridescent in the moonlight
Of youthful excitement
Driving all else from mind,
Beaujolais days
Mutate almost imperceptibly
Into the uncertainty of old age
Where pleasurable memories
Condense into droplets
Invisible in the mist
Of reminiscence.
Irrecoverable islands impossible
To swim to again.

Copyright wordz2Go Dec 2016
Psalm 71:9 ‘Do not cast me off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength is spent.’