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