Out Of The Past


I can remember years ago... Upon a winter's night... When
all the paths were paved with snow... And all the stars were
bright... I lingered on the quiet shore... Of old St. Mary's
Lake... And said if I were there no more... My heart would
surely break... I told myself that all my dreams... Were woven
into one... While now it definitely seems... They are forever
done... I cannot ever find again... The joys that used to be
... And now the gold that glittered then... Is just a memory...
But that is life and that is why... Some things can never last...
Although a part of every sky... Is taken from the past.


James J. Metcalfe

This poem is on page 110 of Poem Portraits Of Inspiration by James J. Metcalfe

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