Poem By Paul Gerard Reed
The time back then cannot be found,
Did I ever really live in those days?
The images in my mind are bound
By a somnolent, ghostly haze;
The connections seem broken
Although joined by calendar dates,
Were the kind words ever spoken?
Or whispered and drifted away to their fates;
Everyone is gone, gone far away
Swept up, cast out and destroyed
And I, I am left here to stray
Of all my past loves devoid.