There came a day
where those once important things
sat on the back shelf,
covered in the dust of lethargy.
My vision, once directed
by burning passions,
now barely glow in their charcoal form.
Those black embers, devoid of sparks,
play hide-and-seek with my invention.
My youth, a memory, tainted
by this sudden forgetfulness.
Please lend a helping hand...
remind me to remember.
great poem...we all need to be reminded of the things we once loved; of the dreams we left behind and the wishes we might get
we all need a helping hand in our day to day... nice write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we get older, we still need our memories..It may be the one thing keeping us going. great poem. Wayne