New trinkets, new toys
life's little treasures
stuffed in a favourite drawer.
Get broken eventually
parts are to hand
somehow, somewhere.
Grandma's stories,
stored in an old brain
But she remembers
the finer details we forget.
She recalls everything
and anything.
But nothing lasts forever
Stories get forgotten,
trinkets are misplaced
Over the years
times are forgotten.
What a waste.
Nothing lasts forever.
Our tears, trickle when
times get hard.
But they fade and dry
like the memories in a mind
Sadness does not last forever.
It lasts whenever and for a day.
When times are recalled.
Nothing lasts forever.