fading pictures
at a glance
of long lost memories
that had a chance
the dreams and hopes
that you once had
are gone forever
behind the thin glass
the mirror paints a picture
of what you are now
but behind it's reflection
you haven't changed somehow
and if you think
that these dreams are gone, missed
stay with me
and I'll show you they exist
by- Richard
Lovely meanderings about regrets and wailing on the past. I think this is very across the board. feelings we all have about loss. I like how you ended it with hope and a future instead of past tripping all the way through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you