Shadow across the Sun.

Shadow across the Sun.

She laughed and declared as a confiding sage,
“Oh, I’m sure we’ll all live to a ripe old age,
And perhaps by then they will discover,
A pill to take so you can live forever”,
For nothing was impossible under that summer Sun,
But we were then so infallible..and so young,
And the song just listened on the transistor radio,
Sang of loss and dying..Leonard Cohen, I’d allow..
But such sad pessimism just didn’t wash,
On that bright, sunny day at the beach,
With our towels, singing gulls and such pleasure in reach!
But strangely, just as those words were spoke,
A shadow sweeping across the Sun it awoke,
A shiver in me as if to walk across my grave,
Such a cold sensation under hot Sun to have,
Surely just a bird or child’s kite across the sun did glide.
But now, upon reflection with many years gone by,
So many thence gathered under that summer sky,
Have passed from this life or suffering to get by,
With unpronounceable illnesses, the torment of ageing.
We know the sufferings, so let us leave them willing,
And proceed with joy to the better parts of living,
Where we celebrate good food, friends and wine!
Yes…let us talk of better days of that long, hot summer,
Dropping its dazzling rays onto a bevy of youthful laughter,
When we sang songs that filled our hearts with hunger,
And we seriously debated the possibility of living forever.
But somehow, for some reason, memory can’t be undone,
Of that strange shiver felt with the shadow across the sun.

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