The misty images
of yester-years,
Of parents warnings & kissed cheeks,
Of grand-parents farewell´s & fallen tears,
Where have they gone, the years, days, the flying weeks?
The grasping passions of lost loves,
The fleeting blush of youth´s spring,
The cracked hearts & whispering doves,
Where are the songs I used to sing?
The dreamy “I do” & golden band,
The tender birth of every babe,
Gone, beneath time´s sinking sand,
Leaving just you & I now, in ebbing shade.
Time has gone where it must go,
Along the path we take, to go back home,
To where sun´s have shone & sweet winds blow,
To where it´s etched in life´s age-old tome.
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