Memories Long Ago Poem by Patricia Grantham
Memories Long Ago
Memories continue to linger on about days long past
Peering at many reflections in an old looking glass
Time can never erase all the love that was shared
Many hearts were laid open plenty souls were bared
Time it is often said does not wait for any man
So make the most of it and enjoy whenever you can
For days long ago will soon be just another memory
Like the end of a rainbow where eyes could never see
So remember the good times and even the bad times too
Life will be much better for God will see you through
Keep looking forward but never forget memories long ago
A better day is just up ahead for the Bible tells us so
Copyright 2013
Yes, cherish the past and live in the present. Time won't wait for anyone. So make the best of today and wait for tomorrow with hope and in joyous anticipation! A sweet poem with a lovely message! !
Memories of the past, good or bad, do leave their imprint and it is good to recall them and have faith in the future. Nice write.
I love this poem and great advice given! ! ! This here poem is so very true in my eyes, and I love my memories, both good and bad, for the bad ones were lessons learned, and the good ones are irreplaceable and treasured. But neither, will ever be forgotten. Thank you for sharing this. Many {{{hugs}}} and blessings!
good memories and bad ones.they are all experiences we get from life.and these experiences never stop.they will continue till the last moment of our lives.very beautiful dear Patricia~nb
Time it is often said does not wait for any man So make the most of it and enjoy whenever you can Poem is full of beautiful lines. Treasures of time. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 9:22:26 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Time is a misty that separated you to me.... winter birds come from west and left their past there... and move away.. very deep feeling of heart.... i liked it... it moves me too... thanks again Patricia....