The best became memory, and ............ ?

The other day, while I was enjoying "Another Beautiful Early Autumn Day" with my family at Tomales Bay in the Point Reyes National Seashore, Northern California, DJL, one of my NTUMC1968 classmates, took his dog for a stroll by the lake at Baltimore in the East Coast. 

After he came home, he wrote a sentimental poem entitled, "A Stroll by the Lake". He said, "Autumn is beautiful, but also sentimental."

A Stroll by the Lake

I took my dog for a stroll by the lake.
Upon a bench, I took a break.
Printed on the water, were the blue sky
And the trees with colorful dye.

The squirrels ran on the grass,
By a garden with few last roses.
I came up to a slope ascent,
Some walked by; a morning well spent.

It all seemed happy, and the sun shined.
But from the other end it blew a gust of wind,
Ripped the water and beautiful leaves,
Like fine things taken away by thieves.

Why is present so transient? The best became
Memory, and what to come will not be the same?

by DJL (October 5, 2015)

DJL is a retired professor from a renowned university school of medicine. He has often shared with a "small circle" of close friends poems he has written in both English and Chinese. He also loves reading and exploring the form and meanings of poems written by famous poets, such as William Yeats, Robert Frost, 李白 ........ etc.

It is always a pleasure to read his e-mails and writings he has sent to his "small circle" friends, me included.


Yeh Tze