Our-Glass

The love's been and gone, but the memory lives on.

Our days are numbered,
with each setting sun,
I know this now -
I count every one.

We'll soon walk new paths
and the world will move on,
but there's always more
to what's been said & done.

This memory I hold
of our future foretold -
dashed!
by the theft,
of Father Time's gold.

Well, they say the future
is brighter than the past,
but
- i disagree -
so lets ravish this present
and
make
it
last.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

love the allusions to the one in all stanzas..moving thru life in all stages...