One Arrow Left

Twas deep within my golden years

when youth came rushing back

Tired of being left behind

seducing what I lack


Clocks run down as midnight harkens

options running thin

Amorous feelings lost to time

whose walls are closing in


But then an archer from the past

tightens up my bow

One arrow left to fire off…

that girl I used to know


It flies directed from my hand

t’ward one I left so young

To strike a memory buried deep

—of first love woe begun


(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: June, 2022)

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