My mind is filled with memories <br />of times gone by <br />memories some innocent, some hurtful, <br />some filled with laughter <br />and some how I used to cry. <br />There are faces <br />some of which I do not know <br />strangers, shadows of the past. <br />Who are they <br />and why do they haunt the present me? <br /> <br /> <br />9 March 1983 <br /> <br />Authors note: <br />I wrote this poem using the title of a novel I was writing at the time.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-works-shadows-of-the-past/
