For Memories Forged Long Ago

Oh! What an absence, aching that

I feel for places I have been

for memories forged long ago

and faces no more seen.

I stand stock still among grey streets

that in my youth I called my home

and finding all doors shut to me

I rambled on alone. 

The faces of my childhood

are all but dust and weathered now

I'd hold them close in iron grip

If time would but allow.

Instead, I walk with a conscious that

faces adulthood's grip

The days of fancy and carelessness 

Have long since away slipp'd

Alone, to face this burning dawn 

That carries far from me

The sweet caress of sound and touch

Plucked from my memory

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Wonderfully captured reminiscence of what was once and what now looks like in comparison. We look back on where we were and stare in disbelief that it is unrecognisable to us now, a forewarning of how it will be as we pass from this mortal coil and the world keeps spinning and changing. Hopefully, someone will remember that our footprints once stood proud on this land and keep our memory alive.
Great job.

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you for your review, I'm glad you enjoyed this piece!