Faded Glory
The old glory days are just fading dreams,
A person and life in decline waiting for the end,
Just shadows of what once was here,
Faded glory charting the demise of hope.
The past is a more certain place to dwell in,
Even if it's glory days have faded,
Trying to evade the pain of the present,
Faded glory of a life fading away.
By Christopher Tye
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I look at like each day and the best pleasure is helping others. I don't like to look back for past was never perfect. There can be the simplest glory in each day. For nature is beautiful and there is hope in our every Day. Great words... always.