These Memories Keep Passing Me By
These memories keep passing me byLike grains of sand in the hour glass,
Or clips of old dusty movies
Long since viewed by eager eyes
These memories keep passing me by,
Bit by bit, they fade
Into the nothingness of time and oblivion;
Oblivious to me
And to he, who by little experience
Sheds many tears.
Or more so to he who by much experience
Sheds many more a tear
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-05-22 at 19:32
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