The Past Holds The Memories
Recalling times - passed by years.
by Dayle Gaylin
An ending love.
A memory that never ends.
Days that pass. No value. No sole.
Yet days to cherish.
And days to hold,
And days that leave you cold.
The time has past. A boy is grown.
To linger round.
A forgotten town.
To wish the joyful days had last.
Now man, you are - to build anew.
A better world,
To look back too.
The future holds the memories few.