The time back then cannot be found,
Did I ever really live in those days?
The images in my mind are bound
By a somnolent, ghostly haze;
The connections seem broken
Although joined by calendar dates,
Were the kind words ever spoken?
Or whispered and drifted away to their fates;
Everyone is gone, gone far away
Swept up, cast out and destroyed
And I, I am left here to stray
Of all my past loves devoid.
Wish we could visit our past so that we can unite with our near and dear ones. When they come to the memory it really hurts a lot. The feeling of loneliness kills slowly. Nice drop. Congrats.
A very poignant account of someone who has seen his near and dears depart from his life in his early life or during his youth. Even recalling those images is not possible. Thanks. And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid.
The past is gone! We now look forward. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The time machine has not yet been invented (and never will be) . We cannot go back to the past. What's done is done. I like how you finished this: Everyone is gone, gone far away Swept up, cast out and destroyed And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid. Congrats on having it selected as poem of the day!
Beautifully crafted and nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. A work of an intricate mind. Thanks for sharing, Paul.
footprints in the sand til the tide rolls in. Your poem is a message to not take things too personal, eh?
Wonderfully written poem Paul. I love the rhyme scheme. Definitely a 10+++.
a poem of remembering lost loves now gone in the mists of time? ..........wonderfully written.
Everyone is gone, gone far away Swept up, cast out and destroyed And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid. Nicely written poem. Congratulations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone is gone, gone far away Swept up, cast out and destroyed And I, I am left here to stray Of all my past loves devoid. - - - - - - - -Time is always changing.We are carried forward by flow of time.But loving memories of past cling to us.A touching poem.