No Manual
Memories on the wall
and in the hall,
yesterday's dreams faded
recollections
what I was and we were
now are no more,
reside in photographs
and lie in drawers
with country walks for miles
and children's smiles;
Landscapes of broken hearts
are now still life,
of everyday joys,
when girl met boy,
what-might-have-been and
if only we had....
and yet no other way
could it have been
We had no manual with life's sweet dream.
| Year Posted 2010
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2021
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