All that remains, for some of us
All that remains, for some of us,
Are but moments to cherish and live.
For that is all that our life has to give.
All that remains, the rest,
we should savour, take the best
out of all that has been stored
in the halls of our memories hoard.
All else, acknowledged, let go of.
Propelled aloft on the wings of a dove.
With this love, in our heart,
easy to rise above, a new start
that will take us past our history,
allowing us to create a better story
to be told, to those we leave behind,
as we move on to a new plane and find
out, that sometimes we were not so kind.
Will this haunt theirs ?, or just our mind ?
B. J. “A” 2
October 28th, 2016
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2016
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