And so a year begins,
and takes its place
upon the mound
of those gone before
that left without a sound.
The years heap high upon
the memories of our smiles;
as many as the tears.
Maybe not as eager now,
are we to add the sum -
But still, we open wide
our arms to gather
what may come
Susan, the more I read your writing, the better it gets. This is so eloquently put about our passing years. top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
the years like the storm can cover you with so many memories of things past and things that can be. yours may take its place on the mound, and may not even make a sound but your words are world renown. thank you for sharing. a ten
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very impressive write, Susan. I really enjoyed this poem. You approached the year with grandeur, just like the grand lady you are. A vote of 10++++ from me. Thanks for this poem Your friend Lynn