We Have Forgotten Poem by Nellie Isabelle Steward Cooper

Oh, of course it was not Freddie-
my lovable dog-and his breakfast
the look of the river-the trains going by

Reflecting thus -feeling a pang of nostalgia-the ending of another year

For one joy lost
we must forever strive beyond
our regret to replace this sorrow
with another pleasure-and so forget

But the past still lingers in some ongoingness
of homesick yearning
that can't be banished
or forgotten by such device

As we become-some past essence still remains
ephemeral it seems- but never ceasing
we suffer without knowing why-
for what we have become -without knowing it