Memories - Poem by Wayne Bowen
With solitude here at last,
I find my comfort in the past.
It doesn't seem that far away,
like I was there just yesterday.
The past is always there for me,
to give me pleasant thoughts to see.
Seems all good thoughts come from the past,
wish I could stay so they would last.
In years to come not far away,
will I seek the memories of today?
And, when the present becomes the past,
will I visit them and hope they last?
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