Days Gone By
By butch
Sometimes, just before sleep, I gather my days gone by, A laugh, a smile, a face, a voice, a tear to the eye, A nick in the past, etched forever into my heart, A chance at eternity, a lasting memory once torn apart, Time goes by, in quick-time, in minds eye becomes a blur, Left with images, and, portraits of those things that were, A fate that was promised, looms nearer each day, Remembrance, all that remains, as destiny comes this way, I awaken to the recollection of someone who came and went, The eyes of the past remind me of that which was meant, But, as always, nothing is forever, except in fantasy, And, I hang on to what was given, locked in memory, The past is what shapes us, experience is the guide, Sometimes we become a reflection, of what we hold inside, Dreams are a sanctuary, and, memories are the key, These things kept alive, to always stay inside of me...... Written October 7th, 2001 © on Oct 07 2001 10:22 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Sometimes, just before sleep, I gather my days gone by, ..."