Of The What Used To Be Poem by Francis Duggan

Of The What Used To Be



Of the what used to be i will never be free
Wherever i go to my past goes with me
Suppose this is how it will be till the day i do die
The fact is we are creatures of memory and fact does not lie
Faces from the past they are with me today
And though some of them with the deceased now do lay
Time as is said becomes everyone's foe
Yet i see them as they were many Seasons ago
In my memory it does seem that time has stood still
In that old country Town by the far away hill
But each time i look in the mirror at the reflection of me
I realize too that time did not wait for them when the reflection of self i do see
The past as is said in the forever gone
But wherever i go too in memory it does follow on.

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