All Of These Things Poem by Paul Reed

All of the things that would be forgotten
As the days and years pass
As Autumn turns to Winter
As the weeds invade the grass
All of the things that would be forgotten
But for the picking up of the pen
The things lost to future generations
When the now becomes the then
Just the tiny little things
Like the smiling and saying hello
The holding of tender hands
That warm and loving glow
The knowing we belong together
The hopes we all hold inside
The happiness and the sorrow
The pools of tears cried
So, strangers from tomorrow
Just let your thoughts stray
To things that would be forgotten
But for strangers from yesterday