Echo Of The Past Poem by Meng Lim Dr

I'm in several parts
still a child---the past
is more real than the present
those innocent moments--they last

to remind me
of unblemished beauty
of truth that's immutable
of friendship that's purity-

how the world has changed
in its infinite nonchalance!
the human touch has vanished
our bond is in severance!

The Eden that was once my joy
by time has been sorely stolen
silent tears I now shed alone
my heart is bereft and broken!