What Is Left Poem by Paul Warren

What is left
A memory, a feeling, a picture of them
When you close you eyes weary again
What do you see in the dark and the cold
A fading light as the darkness takes hold

Grief is a song that plays on in its time
So when it comes to the chorus sublime
We know all the lines in their fame
But things will never be the same

Then one day you'll remember a smile
And grief will let up for a while
When the good times are remembered now
Sunshine of your memories will be the know-how.

© Paul Warren Poetry