remember…

How fleeting they seem memories of a life once lived,

a dream gone now,

like a leaf on the wind Never to be seen again

Lost times, how they haunt us still echoes of a life we left

behind a past that we can’t change or erase

but still we long for it in our hearts’ embrace

Lost times, they slip through our grasp Like grains of sand,

they slip through our clasp

but still we hold on to the memories of a life that used to be

Lost times, they are a part of us a part of who we are and who we were

we carry them with us always

a weight we bear, a treasure to preserve