Things That Matter Poem by Barry Middleton

there are but just a few
the things that truly matter

a meeting in the moonlight
a tender kiss at dawn

the passions of the night
and love that is foregone

the empty view outside
my window to the day

holds no allure for me
I turn to yesterday

and finally looking back
to one I used to know

I only see a girl
that I lost long ago

but I'm prepared to die
to walk just one more mile

in smoky fog and haze
with memories of her smile