Mementos Of The Past Poem by John Yaws

I've tied up all those loose ends,
My bridges I have burned.
I've even kept a record,
Of lessons I have learned.

For my past indiscretions-
I never will atone.
So I have made my mind up-
To run my race alone.

I've always been a loner,
Even in a crowd.
I don't need all my fingers-
To count those I've allowed...

To penetrate my armor,
To really know my heart...
Distance is no object,
I have always dwelt apart.

But a few sweet, cherished memories-
Like faded photographs,
Are locked away within my heart-
Mementos of the past.