When Dreams Died

Age crept up on me like a quiet thief to remind of time's silent short passing another autumn, another dead leaf the memories lived are everlasting I'll remember years my mind was aware of young men's singular brain in deep thought when tomorrow's distant dreams we would share as our lives were peaceful filled minutes sought both joy and anguish will scroll through my mind to reveal years of war we have lived through as history's turmoil made us all blind the upheaval shed tears and darkness grew fifty thousand dreams died on war's cold shore they were washed away to be dreamt no more 2/6/22