What About The Creations...... Poem by Charmaine Burke

Nov 23 2021

Precious memories still fade
Become blurred with time
Some discarded, yet not by choice
Merely the years elapsed

Stack the paintings
And dust collects
Beneath the gallery display areas
And damage happens

So after a period of years and days
They get discarded
Like the memories
They once held

So transient and evanescent
This world and it creations
No real lasting gems remain
Only memories in time.