A Mornings Word 09/17/07 Poem by wordsy wright

Left with only memories
to comfort my regret
I've found out just how easily
one does soon forget
the roads that we once traveled
that have brought us thus this far
to leave us in our wondering
of who we really are
And therein lie the reasons
for a life now lain in waste
of thoughts of youthful treason
and decisions made in haste
of years all spent in chasing
a shadow of my dreams
to find that once I'd caught it
that it was not what it seems