Remember Gone Years Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the quiet corners of our mind, we roam,
Through the hallowed halls of yesteryears.
In the echoes of laughter, in the whispers of home,
We find solace, we confront our fears.

The hands of time, unyielding, ever swift,
Carve deep lines of life on our face.
Yet, in memories, we find a gift,
A gentle touch, a loving embrace.

Gone years, like a river, flow,
Carrying away joys and tears.
Yet, in their wake, they bestow,
The wisdom of the passing years.

So, remember, but do not yearn,
For life, like time, does not return.