Shadows of Memories

This is another one of my personal favorites!

SHADOWS OF MEMORIES

 

When I am alone in my room,

They cast haunting shades of gloom;

If I go somewhere, from my past,

I remember the time I visited last;

Immortal image of a beautiful day

Makes my heart smile the blues away;

There are many worn trinkets of my travel

That tell of adventures, as they dustily unravel;

Mystical disasters that we can not redo,

But they hurt us repeatedly and somehow grew;

The stepping stones toward tomorrow

Are made of happiness and some sorrow;

When we leave behind our yesterdays,

We carry on the shadows of memories.

Author's Note

I like memories, for the most part, because even the bad ones, seem to be enriched by time.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

really like this section....
.."The stepping stones toward tomorrow

Are made of happiness and some sorrow;

When we leave behind our yesterdays,

We carry on the shadows of memories."
..unspoken is the comment you make about the poem...."enriched by time"