Memories
of
Past elations
Leave slight traces
Dreams departed
Leave negations;
Just the jaded
Pale and dried
Insubstantial
Remnants of hopes
Which have died.
Just dead petals,
The sad remains,
Old and faded,
Of life’s losses
And of life’s gains;
For all my days
And all my hours
All I have is
A collection
Of pressed flowers.
