Memories are lonesome and sorrowful, even when they are <br />joyful and happy, because all circumstances are beyond <br />reach, sitting in pathways of yesterday. <br /> <br />No longer developing or renewing, just stagnating until <br />remembered with sorrowful joy, the wonder and caring of <br />those past images.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/past-images/
