DG (Jan 4th,1959 / Portland, OR)

The Past Holds The Memories

Recalling times - passed by years.
An ending love.
Forgotten friends.
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.

by Dayle Gaylin

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