Memories are gathering the clouds of the mind
Into some shape that we can recognize or find
Or file away into some dark recess to hide
When time will halt and God and nature must decide.
Some memories do cling like a chill of late fall
Reminding us swift time may not delay our call
The end is drawing near when God will let us know
He’s done with all our hopes and now it’s time to go.
This fear is what we hide while peace is what we need
At times we’re bound to find the ample cause is greed
We comprehend that laurels have no place in here
Soon time to take our leave and simply disappear.
Claire V. Bogdanos 