Shadows Of What Used To Be Poem by Amelie Ison
Shadows Of What Used To Be
The silhouettes are all that remain:
There is nothing left of them
But the memories that have faded over the years.
From generation to generation,
The stories were passed down,
But now they are forgotten; no one knows them anymore.
So when the sun sets and rises on a new day,
I fear soon all remembrance will disappear—
But I will remember.
And as the sun starts to set, bringing darkness:
I will always remember.
Appreciate your Poem to all that died and survived for our freedom. My father was in D.Day.
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10/17/2026 2:00:16 AM # rel_20260925T122446Z_7d6ee41
Good for you. Not bad. You are learning your trade although it smacks of the royals, royalty, jolly old England that had its neck saved in both wars by the United States, remember that? You have a very selective memory that fits your little personality.