Images from the past
Will come and go - to you
Give near an elapsed cast
In what you thought you knew
So many roads are cleft
Into nothing but memories
Of reasons that are left
Lonesome among life trees
A summer set morning
With what I once had here
Now to the hour's yearning
In from the past gone dear
I have no other pictures
But those still in my heart
The years carry no strictures
Where each contours' start
Beyond our ceaselessness
And footsteps that are gone
Each image less and less
Will take their spaces on
So much is now neglected
That gave us most concern
New roads’ been selected
With other manners to turn
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