DR. DOUGLAS YOUNG - POEMS
Out of Reach
I saw a gorgeous sunset
That reminded me of you –
Too beautiful to forget
And out of reach, too.
You are the ethereal golden moon,
Forever amber and always in June,
A lovely voice on the radio singing a lovesick tune,
Romantic as a rainbow, and gone just as soon.
As fresh as a garden in early spring,
Yet vanishing like a comet at night,
Your memory lasts like a golden ring,
Or hot coals still glowing bright.
You’re the most vibrant bloom that does not fade –
Or an ever lively, pretty parade –
Then suddenly absent for another year,
Like a fleeting glimpse of a fabulous deer.
As if sitting on the porch in summertime
And savoring the tranquil twilight,
Time with you is truly sublime,
Yet all too soon takes flight.
You recall a roller coaster ride –
Intense, thrilling, and thoroughly fine –
But then it’s over so fast – oh for more time --
As if you were swept far out with the receding tide.
How I long for an endless merry-go-round,
One we could ride together, forever bound,
No longer absent, a love apart,
But at last united, body and heart.
The Beach Parade
At dawn an old lady walks her dog along the beach,
Smiling and savoring the breeze, she has found her niche;
Later young lovers stroll the shore hand in hand
While lasses seek a tan lounging in the sand.
Soon families arrive and children jump the waves
As boys dare each other to explore nearby caves;
Surfers excitedly take their boards way out to sea
Watched by grandparents in lawn chairs content just to be.
After lunch the clientele changes
With a whole new set spanning ages;
Many will play and others think;
Some just try not to turn too pink.
In the evening comes yet another cast:
Loners walking alone, trying to forget the past,
Students roasting marshmallows, laughing loudly,
Couples bathed by moonlight, kissing soundlessly.
So much intrigue, frivolity, and thought,
A thousand different dramas are each day wrought;
But the shore remains tranquil and somehow beyond reach,
Still welcoming all, beckoning us to the beach.
I’ll Listen to Bach
As the world I knew continues to disappear,
Replaced by new norms that largely elicit fear,
I refuse to merely graze with the flock;
Instead I decline and listen to Bach.
As old standards plunge and few are held to account,
Traditions get expunged and needless troubles mount,
Rather than parrot the dominant talk,
I cling to the past and listen to Bach.
As morals slide like water over a fall
And, if you complain, then you’ve got too much gall,
I no longer care if I’m the one they mock
Since I stick to principles and listen to Bach.
As more folks eagerly search for a slight,
Hoping to find an excuse for a fight,
I avoid them to climb on my rock,
Mind my affairs and listen to Bach.
And while religious conviction so rapidly declines
And believers cowed by seculars sit on their behinds,
I will not compromise or veer from my walk,
For I embrace my faith and listen to Bach.