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tears and sorrow

Silver and Gold

old bike by a tree

Shepherd in the new, usher out the old
One shines silver, the other glows gold.

Seasons once passed at a gentle pace,
But soon rush by like a downhill race.
The dreams and schemes of yesterday
Trail on the wind as legacy.

Oh, bittersweet days of lost Decembers,
Moments we begged never to remember
The faces and places of what was to be.
Now we pray to recall each memory.

Spring stirs ‘neath winter’s gray covers,
Hope awakens summer and quietly hovers.
The tears and fears from every sorrow
Strengthen us now so others may borrow.

Shepherd in the new, usher out the old
One shines silver, the other glows gold.

–C. L. Gillmore, January 2012