Memories Poem by Paul Reed

Now that the dreary mornings are here
And we struggle the net to escape
Our naivety and blunders
Through the pages of history gape

The breezes swirl the litter
Of our memories round and round
They rise briefly but then fall
And come to rest without a sound

My heart is heavy this morning
With the emptiness of what is gone
The days that cannot be recaptured
The fullness that is left as none

We are left here, you and I
To pick up the pieces of the past
To face the dreary mornings
And find our peace at last