The Past Holds The Memories

Recalling times - passed by years.
An ending love.
Forgotten friends.
A memory that never ends.
Tears

Days that pass. No value. No sole.
Yet days to cherish.
And days to hold,
And days that leave you cold.
Death

The time has past. A boy is grown.
To linger round.
A forgotten town.
To wish the joyful days had last.
Alone

Now man, you are - to build anew.
A better world,
To look back too.
The future holds the memories few.
Re-due

by Dayle Gaylin

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