Children’s faces I see no longer
Voices of those vanished long ago
Scenes and places now dismembered-
In the subconscious vaults below.
The leftover pieces fall so quietly
Into the cavernous deeps of mind
Once they were new and fresh as flowers-
Picked but once, and then left behind.
Once upon a time, days seemed eternal
Endless the hours, that we thought would last
But they all shrank down into just some memory-
Nothing’s so far away now as the past.
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