Memories

A short poem about memories.

Names of people, gone long past

but still hanging around, 

memories like sand, shifting so fast

not making a sound.

A face floats on by, someone you know

but then you see

a ghost in the shell, an unknown soul in tow

and your fleeting memories flee.

Life seems adrift, a see of wants

like a ship upon the storm,

the sands of time, a painful taunt

that your life has lost form.

your head on the pillow, a refuge from change

and your mind drifts away,

to a place for your memories, safe to range

in a life where your mind will always stay. 

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading

[John the Baptist]

Let the dead bury the dead. Try to live in the now.