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ways gone by

ways gone by


The rolling hills of yesteryear, 
how I see them, crystal clear.
The days gone by, far and near.

The winsome wisps of all the faces,
how I long for all their traces.
The ways gone by, all the places.

The simple smiles, curling lips,
how I see them, memory slips.
The days gone by, movie clips.


The little habits from the past,
how I see them, frozen fast.
The ways gone by, vices last.

The silent someones in my mind,
how I see them, people blind.
The days gone by, still unwind.

The aged specters in my thoughts,
how I see them, phantoms wrought.
The ways gone by, futures bought.

The hope that lingers in the soul,
how I see them, when they're whole.
The days gone by, no one to fool.

The memories linger in the sun,
how I see them, on the run.
The ways gone by, come undone.


© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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image by: Hugh Chevallier, CC-BY-SA-2.0, via Wikimedia Commons

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