Years Poem by Paul Reed
Years
The years pile up
Like leaves at my door
Memories on memories,
And, like them, they drift
Through my mind.
To let go of the past
Is so hard,
So tempting to cling
Onto things no longer there
Like grasping at the breeze;
What was it all for?
Those days past and gone
Do they add up to nothing
Like the leaves
That lie at my door.
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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