It had to end. <br />We had all this. <br />So absorbed in all our comforts. <br />Photos, framed memories, <br />Holidays, various locations. <br />It lasted longer than <br />Either of us, <br />Secretly dared to hope. <br />Now we are just someone <br />Else`s memories. <br />Isn`t that the way, <br />Time immemorial. <br />We all think we <br />Are more important <br />Because we outlived 'you'. <br />How sad! <br />Feel the quality, <br />Not the width.<br /><br />Peter Vealey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/passing-the-baton/
