Memories Of Mary Poem by Jeff Stoddart

In the glass the other day, an old man with feet of clay
Who used to be a giant in his prime
But the years they take their toll, on the body and the soul
For the times are ever changing all the time.
Those memories are uncertain, as we pull back the curtain
To delve into the mists of mellowed time
What then was at its peak, is now so small and weak
That to contemplate it more would be a crime

As I looked I couldn't see that your eyes held love for me
And I held you in the warm embrace of night
As you took your hand from mine, I thought it was the wine
And you left me in the cold grey dawnings light.
We were children naming names, reaching out and playing games
In those days of wine and roses long ago
And I left you to the past, for I knew it wouldn't last
I never ever said I love you so.
Now you always will be for me a part of how we used to be
And your memory keep afresh the love we share
Our spirits set us free when we face eternity
And the memories keep us safe from grief and care.