haunting memoir

Sorrow and despair
From ruin and from change, and all the grief
The passing show of being leave behind.

No harsh reflection let remembrance raise,
Forbear to mention what thou canst not praise.

Summers pleasure they are gone like to visions everyone
And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh on.
I tried to call them back but unbidden they are gone
Far away from hearth and eye and for ever far away.

If i could call them back, it wouldn't be any future
So let it be, let it flow
like a river bank, it will end slow
but for a better ending i wish i can hold
at least a little consideration waiting in a row.


i hope i didn't spent my wits in a useless hunt....