Why doesn't tears trickle down my face <br />When i recollect the memories of the worn away days? <br />Life- an account of loss and gain, <br />After fifteen years i realize what a pain <br />To leave each and every moment behind, <br />That encloses the golden memories like a sacred shrine; <br />And walk forward lured by the call of futurity- <br />Now I reckon it as my stupidity- not to look behind. <br /> <br />And today standing in the graveyard of my memories- <br />Hords of moments from the dead past <br />Floods through my brain, <br />And i see the faces of the long lost ones- <br />Lost in the world of Yesterday, <br />And my heart twitches with an inexplicable pain. <br /> <br />Then i hear the peals of laughter <br />Of my friends and beloveds. <br />The golden strands of remembrance <br />Now binds me even tighter; <br />Those hours spent in fun and humor- <br />Now as memories burn my insides <br /> And my forlorn heart cries <br />For those worn away days- <br />Lost in time's impenetrable maze.<br /><br />Moon Moon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worn-away-days/
