Lament
How quickly now The nights draw in The darkness falls Bereft of kin Alone, we wander In the dark Our hopes forlorn The future, stark Reflecting back On lighter days On sun kissed skin On summer's haze The joy of youth When life seemed filled With promises A love fulfilled Alas, in shadow Those times rest No energy Left to invest Instead we turn Our thoughts, as one: Who will remember us When we're gone?
Trudi, you sound sad. No worries sweetie, before you know it, winter than spring and summer again. I must be a weirdo because this weather invigorates me. Lovely poem as always hun. 🤗🙏
Lovely poem and raising interesting points. I’m not sure if I’m bothered about who remembers me when I’m gone, more that if they do it’s good. As I age more, and do my normal reminiscing about my life, and I remember both good and bad things about people I want my memory to not be bad in the main.