Where did the hours, the days fly off?

What happened to the dreams we sought?

Does disappointment pave your way,

When you think back to yesterday?

From farm to town to farm again,

Transported hopes that would not bend,

We travel down a rugged road,

With yesterday our heavy load.

There's no escape from images,

Our hearts replay, cannot resist.

Into eternity they'll stay,

Memories of our yesterday.

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kat's picture

Hours and days----
they do have a way of disappearing,
don't they?
Nice Poem, Jessica


Ernest Bevans's picture

Memory is where all things live eternally.
I hope to live eternally in God's memory.
This is another poem that touches my heart.