A bunch of dried heather
Now faded.
Long dead,
Still sits in a vase on
A table.
And
My bed
Faces it, surely I
Must obey
Reason
And throw it, with mem'ries
Away, then
Move on.
A bunch of old heather can be worth more than all their gold,10/10 Tom, I love this piece.
Fay, makes me wonder what memories a bunch of faded heather has. Bob
faded heather can be throwed away but the memories remain no matter what we do..its an amazingly beautiful write fay...i loved it 10 fo this wonderful thoughts rgds asif
Yes, we should but the heart can be so unreasonable as to hang onto bittersweet memories!
Long after any hope has gone. Long after the beauty and scent of reminiscence has left. Long after the charms of nostalgia have deserted us. How long we cling to those memories. Very enjoyable.
I love the simpicity of this lovely poem. Moving on and holding onto memories is possible 10 +++ Tracy
thats a really good poem i really like it well done. kizzy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Go find a new memory to replace those old flowers you must bury to put old memories in their place It does not mean you have to forget For a living plant you will never regret