So Many Years...

So many years have passed us by,

So many great events,

Sometimes I smile, or sit and cry

At some of the incidents.

Those were the days when we were young

And love an affair of the heart,

But love came and went, remained unsung

By tearing us all apart.

All we have left are photographs

And many are stained by tears,

Where did they go, those joyous laughs

Echoing through the years?

The love that was made has disappeared

Swallowed by Father Time,

And even the children that we reared

Have left for another clime.

Where are the friends that brought us joy,

Where is the merriment,

Where are the girls who acted coy

We thought they were heaven sent.

Scattered to where the four winds blow

And lost to each chilling breeze,

A fading memory, fluttering by

Like the scatter of Autumn leaves.

And those we lost loom large in the dark

When we lie on the verge of sleep,

They flit on by like the vital spark

They lost, when the mere was deep,

For those that died will never return,

They left on the final bus,

That grim old hearse, pulled by a horse

That now is waiting for us.

David Lewis Paget

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A real poem. In the end. Just memories to keep us going. We hope we can find the friendly faces missed. Thank you David for sharing the wonderful poetry and story.
Coyote

[A Soap Mess Stories]

It's funny how the older we get the memories we look back on. Beautifully written.

[Barbz]

What happened to the joys of yesteryear, do they just wither and die with the cycle of life, or do we make memories that we take with us when we leave on the final bus. So I cry now, Master, as I read your words, for in glory I trust we will all rejoice as we dance with our memories. love this. Barbz

[emmajoy]

Sad, sad, sad the content of this post, but beautifully written, and, as ever always, your words are meter perfect, David.

[T.S. Sky]

Dark truth. Love it. This poem is beautiful.