Remembrance Poem by Thomas Bates

when I look back on my life
with it's Fall-season joys I forget
to again remember forgotten pleasant moments
it helps me to lose the hold of regret.

I try but I can't see through the future's fog
Yet, I know, through it all, strength's in demand.
the fear in a man, my craving for love
(a woman, in dreams, who will hold my hand.)

children with eyes which see to the truth.
poets of old, envious of kisses -
of lovers both true who immortalize youth.
down rivers in Paris which a woman still misses.

the sound of a violin sneaks through an open window.
a student of music pauses, passing by;
his heart is the touch on keys of a piano, stirred,
yet he passes on, reflective at first,
passing on
such
as does this life.