#390 Somewhere Into The Past Poem by Jimmie Arrington

The things we do and things we say
Wither in time and space.
The golden sun which lights the day
Vanishes without a trace.

Photographs and memories fade,
Looks and lusts don't last.
They all have wandered off and strayed
Somewhere into the past.

The children grow and move away,
The old depart in time.
Alas, nothing golden can stay,
Life changes on a dime.

The hours pass, the clock ticks on,
Youthful bliss leaves so fast.
Before you know it all has gone
Somewhere into the past.