“ Yesteryears ” ~ shades of foggy grey ~

The image alters

To blur the scene

I effort reminisce,

Yet barely feel

Its familiar kiss,

Brush the mind

That finds to hear,

A voice given life

To what appears

Be now unclear,

Yet distinct enough

To witness thus,

Time’s cruel crags

Sculpt its regress,

Sufficient to recall

Days no longer near,

I’d so held dear,

While time alas chose

I’m to witness its decay,

Turn shades of foggy grey,

Where archives yesteryears!

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“ Yesteryears ” ~ fading from clear ~

 

I yet agnize,

The voices

I still hear,

Their faces

I might see

As if now here,

Of people

Who now gone

Feel ever near,

Thus to compose

What had become

Of yesteryears,

Reminding me

Of what was dear,

But time alas so chose

Those yesteryears,

Now fade from clear!