TEARS IN THE RAIN

© mpijanowski

We come into this world,
thriving to live and learn,
and as each day passes,
it’s experience that we yearn.

For what is life?
Is it that which we can hold?
Or is it memories and knowledge,
and things we were told.

For we store in our minds,
the dreams of yesterday.
Sharing those thoughts
and hope they will stay.

But after we’re gone,
and our life is no more.
What becomes of our dreams,
that our minds, once long stored.

Do they live in another,
and some how remain?
Or are they lost forever,
Like tears in the rain?