Passing memories, like leaves
have floated down, lay still;
on this last day of October
there is a morning chill;
has the year passed so suddenly?
my heart, now emptied of its fill.
A love has come and gone and
yet, remains;
the journey comes to rest,
from different trains,
and such memories, unspent,
they too, will wane.
Highs and lows, the roller-coast of life,
gives and takes away, it's pleasure;
buries deep, within the mind, its
secret treasure,
and erases any yardstick, by
which we measure.
To recall some things, would
only bring us pain;
so we remember, but the good,
thereby, we've our gain;
although the time and place
are never quite the same.
Like autumn's falling leaves,
we've lost our tethered hold;
the grip that we once had,
was crisp and bright and bold;
but now broken, the bonds of love
grow quiet, still and cold.
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