They tell us where we come from
and where we want to be.
They're our concience, our pride,
They're sweet bitter memories designed to guide.
They're images, reminders of days of old,
Some are treasured and some are sold.
They're of people we love though never knew,
They comfort and cheer you up when you're feeling blue.
They live on when we are gone,
To remind our children what we'd done.
To inspire, to enlighten, to empower.
To decay and gracefully grow into beautiful flowers.
beautiful poem! ! ! ! ! ! i like it because it is good but i'm also kind of a photographer so it means a lot more to me an amazing write! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a nice poem Andrew I paticularly like the last line, the flow needs a bit of tweeking, but other than that it's very nicely done.