Memories

I held a rose once in my hand,

That was slowly withering away

And no matter what I did to keep its colour

The shades kept fading away

I held on to the dried up remains

Of what was once enchanting my soul

I held on dearly to passing moments

That soon dried up into still pictures

And now I hold these dear dry flowers

And smile to see my past in them

As my memories blow back life in them

To cheer me with their colours again

Time speeds by a one way street

And I watch every young bud with trepidation

For I know it blooms only to wither

A passing romance that etches my heart

A helpless spectator I throw up my hands

A skeptical observer I fear to relish

This temporary beauty that wins and dies

While I live on to yearn and remember.