Days Gone By December 2023
Through sunlit lanes of memory I tread,Where dusty leaves of summers past are spread.Bare branches sigh, like whispers in the breeze,Of laughter echoed, 'neath the willow trees.
Sun-kissed skin I feel, and grass-stained knees,A child's delight in dandelion seeds,And fireflies that danced in twilight dim,Their fleeting flame a whispered, "Come with me!"
School bells, distant chime, a book half-read,Promises whispered in a lover's bed.Stars like diamonds flung across the night,And dreams that soared on wings of silver light.
The weight of years, a tapestry unfurled,Threads of joy and sorrow, woven in the world.Each day a brushstroke, vibrant, bittersweet,A masterpiece I hold, yet, cannot keep.
For time, a river, flows and never stays,Washing moments down, through fleeting days.But in the heart, their embers gently glow,Whispering tales of what was, long ago.
So let me wander still, this path I know,Where days gone by, in gentle beauty, flow.For in their echo, I find solace deep,And in their fading light, I learn to sleep.
Paul, you have expressed the feelings most musicians I know and have known truly feel. You captured it. You write from your soul — it is truly magical.
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