Moments, precious, sacred bits of time,
Dusty, tattered, now they're left behind,
Things we once held dear,
Nightmares we used to fear,
Lost, forgotten deep inside the corners of our mind.
Friends once close, now so very far away,
Dreams soon gone in remembrance of day,
No one cares and no one cries,
When a thought or idea dies,
Bright colors of memories fading slowly away to gray.
Items once held close, now there's no thought you have to spare,
The little things you'd cry about, but now you barely care,
Growing up and standing bold,
Throwing down what you would hold,
What had once comforted you, now will no longer be there.
Copyright August 19, 2015, by Christina Gatchel. This post may not be copied or reproduced without express permission from the author.
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