The green fields of growth, <br />Slowly fades all our past. <br />I remember our love and oaths, <br />But nothing forever lasts. <br /> <br />The lovely smile I once knew, <br />Is no longer with me here; <br />But when it was, it was true, <br />Full of tenderness and care. <br /> <br />Threads are finally broken, <br />Though I've tried to hold tight. <br />Words once softly spoken, <br />Now are in different light.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
