The Memory of What Once Was

Son no 3 wrote this poem for a school project this week which touched my heart.  Enjoy .....

The Memory of what once was

Standing at the fence

I think of memories so dense

I put out my hand and

feel my sorrows fall from my fingers like sand

To touch is to feel

feel what was once is no more

I was such a dunce

to walk out that door

As I lean against the fence I can feel the trust

And I understand that I misused your trust

The moment that I was bust

drooling over such lust

I miss your hugs

To me they were like drugs

I'm sorry I lied

Without you I might as well be taking cyanide

By Gregory Ransom