Another day has now passed and darkness has come;
alone with my thoughts now, no more to be done.
My mind starts to wander to days that have passed;
to people that have touched me, their memory lasts.
Some good and some bad, there's a mx of both here;
some brought me such joy and others such fear;
Memories pushed back in the depths of my mind;
bit and pieces of a life that moves on through time.
Sometimes I think that it is important, I guess;
to pull them back out and and sort out the mess.
I see how they've shaped me into who I am today;
each one had a part in their own special way.
Some smiles and some tears, some good and some bad;
they can still make me happy and still make me sad.
This book called my mind is a true work of art;
and that it's not finished is really the best part.
So for now I will close it as another day starts;
and put it away safely in the care of my heart.
| 
Email this Poetry
| 
Add to reading list
