The Grieving Years Poem by Gerry Legister

What will become of the future for us?
When all our familiar things diminish?
fallen behind and drifting into a decline.
With faltering forces and failure of mind.
Leaving the infantile with grieving years.
Weeping over our history covered in tears.

The treasures of a murky vision are inherited.
From generations of misadventure created.
Whispered to the wind making the chime.
of broken hearts with the passing of time.
reminiscent of nostalgia in the good times.
Worthy heroics that we shared in our lives.

Illusive memories that are hard to find.
Because our world has drifted into decline.