The years

A poem I wrote to appreciate the value of years as they get more distant in memory

The years are never old
Only old in our now faded
memories
In stories we were told
In our statuettes and memorium
The years were never old
But that was what we were told

Fathers sat sons
And gisted of countless sun's
Of great moments
Of times of trouble and torments
The years were never old
But that was what we were told

The moments may have passed by
But in hearts, it is always 'my'
You know, 'in my days'
In my years
The years were never old
But that was what we were told

Author's Note

Please give your honest thoughts, It's fulfilling to know what you all really think