why do we remember
beautiful dreams,
why dwell on times gone by,
and soar on memories
to the highest skies,
and yet we pause
only to reminisce,
sigh, and write,
our poetry of pain?
we each lived
life to its fullest,
we dared the sun
to burn us on our paths,
we challenged the wind
to blast us to high heavens,
yet in the deep of night
we stare, helpless,
at the stars
we watch the passing
of the seasons,
we smile at all
the trickeries of life,
we cradle the sadness
of solemn hours,
and embrace all
that are tossed
along our way
but even while we dream,
dreams lived in distant past,
dreams savored, nourished
for all the shared hours …
happy times, sad times,
tearful moments,
unforgettable smiles …
yet we write again and again,
our poetry of pain!
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