The days that are past <br />are like leaves in the wind <br />that is blown away <br />never again to be found <br /> <br />and the events, feelings <br />and time that is past <br />circle out like ripples <br />that goes wider on the summer sea <br />and that which stays unsaid <br />has got a expectation <br />that someone will understand.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-days-that-are-past/
