Our Past Poem by Sandra Feldman
Our Past
We are,
But footprints of our Past,
Never to be seen again,
Nothing, ever lasts
Nor us, nor we, nor them
Once the die is cast
And Life is on its way,
There is no turning back
Till our final day,
But how we miss our Past!
The once lived, happy days,
For some, yet not for all,
Those days, those years
That won't come back,
Like first Roses of May
Like Love that's gone away.
So very true, dear Sandra. You have woven a beautiful poem with your poetic skills.
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5/5/2024 4:15:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Simply astounding, dear Ma'am Sandra.....10++++++