I came upon, a long lost thing, <br />forlorn as it was, it had beauty to me, <br />withered and bruised, it lay among, <br />the shredded remains, of an old love song <br /> <br />But dreams die first, with the exception of myself, <br />all my thoughts and hopes, idly gathering dust, <br />on the bureaus top shelf <br /> <br />Cradling the cherished thing, I now have a will to live again, <br />No matter where your heart may lead, <br />Always remember, the Past Remains....<br /><br />Karin Elizabeth Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-past-remains-2/
