Yesterday and Today
Alone, the house in sadness stood
Beside the green and piney wood
Should tell its secrets if it could
Old memories now gone for good
Our sojourn here so very brief
No marks upon the landscape keep
The vines of time relentless creep
For yesterdays we vainly weep
The ticking clock a quiet thief
Now only echoes down the hall
The voices soft of seasons call
Red roses scent I still recall
And pumpkin growing in the fall
No changing rhythms of the tide
In this days measure we must dwell
For new stories we have yet to tell
And hear the ring of tomorrow's bell
But keep the memories deep inside
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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