Poetry by Charlie Gould

COLORS

Images of childhood and
Of life's past reveries,
Go drifting by - the mental sands,
On the beaches of life's seas.

I see myself at ten, and twenty,
And thirty at the same time;
As if each one were a separate soul,
Each with his separate rhyme.

The times of life and living are
Each etched in their own stone;
Each there for one to view again,
When ones' light is finally shown.

I marvel at the colors of
My life as it flows by;
The things I've done, the people known,
Create a rainbowed sky.

If I could change even one tiny thing
As my movie is replayed,
I'd thank each and every soul,
Into my life who'd strayed.

Each made a stroke upon that stretch
Of life's canvas in my mind's eye;
Each gave a unique color to the final
Rainbow in my sky.

--Charlie Gould*

*"Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young."