Passages Ot Time... Poem by dave lessard

Falling leaves of late October
float softly in the morning sun,
the leaf unhinges from the tree
it has had it's yearly run.
Like the falling leaves - my
memories fade with time,
and all I have to give - are
the remnants of a fading rhyme.
The good, far outweighs the bad
but they too, in time will wane,
and nothing will obstruct the
speeding of that doomsday train.
But know that love itself -
it never really dies,
the happiness, the hurt, the
lonesome, silent cries;
The images of life will only fade
the clarity itself will soon be gone,
but the memories themselves,
will live, your whole life long.