By Joshua Philipp

Just as flowers fall, so shall we all
What meaning to find before time makes its call
To love and the spring
Softly we’d sing
Then what is left, for to dust turn the memories of all.

Yet there was a time, so long ago
When troubles and cares, I would care not to know
And I would sing
And I would dream
In innocent joy that still whispers its call to my home.


Joshua Philipp is a newspaper editor, writer, and poet living in Astoria, New York City. He is vice president of the Society of Classical Poets.

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One Response

  1. Raven

    Dear Josh,
    I note your poems are from 2012, and yet they are timeless.

    Have you more poetry to publish online? Would love to read it. Publish a book of your poetry, even better!

    I love your style, the way you reflect on life’s matters, your choice of words, timing.

    What a great website you have here. Congratulations on your poetry, your Classical Poets society, and your upcoming features.

    I look forward to your next lot of instalments.



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