“ The Days ” ~ that tell ~

 

What of the days

That tell

Of distant past,

At times so well

You almost feel

No time has passed,

As if a dream

Be made to last,

But at once there

You sadly find

Yourself aware,

You’d left a part

Of you behind,

Though long ago

A sepia’s memory

Will scarcely show,

That part of you

Did endure whole

In spite of time,

Hence of the days

That tell

Of distant past,

Lingers on your mind!

 

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