Ghosts Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here amid ghosts of time, watching them roam around,
looking for what they have lost.

Past memories looming in their minds, each one wanting to
retrieve the ones that used to make them happy, giving them
joy or solace.

Always remembering those echoes of the past, never alone
without them parading through their disappearing minds.

Spirits of theirs, having left them years ago, in spite of
them living in a constant landscape of yesterday.