Ice caps melt, forests burn away;
only memories of cold and trees can stay.
I once was loved; he left one day;
only memories of love can stay.
There is a time for being young;
so swiftly old age has begun;
only golden memories of youth
are mine today.
There have been losses, yes, so many,
but looking back at all I've lost,
I see only all the gifts that
I was given,
and never count the cost.
for dVerse: Impermanence
I love your perspective on life! Memories are gifts that last as long as we do... and longer if we write our memoirs!! Well done!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is poignant, Sherry, especially when we remember that memories last only as long as we have them.
ReplyDeleteA lovely reflection on the past and present. I like the ballad feel of this, and the seeing now of "only all the gifts."
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful poem Sherry!
ReplyDeleteI identify with your poem, Sherry. What we leave are memories in the lives of those we've touched along the way. We need to be sure those are pleasant memories!!
ReplyDeleteI like the thought of not counting the cost at the end.
ReplyDeleteI understand... and still I continue to collect those memories. Now I have become the warden of my mother's memories and realize that I have no clue about how to find another one to take care of it.
ReplyDeleteNot counting the cost is the best way to live.
ReplyDeleteIt's hard, but forgetting the heartbreaks and living with gratitude is the best choice we can make.
ReplyDeleteWe can count on impermanence and there is a cost, but we must pay it.
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