The elder poet

THE PAST.

The past is home for me these days .

My mind goes there and wants to stay .

The places I\'ve gone . The places I\'ve been.

Miles and miles that never end.

 

The loves I\'ve lost . The few I did win. 

My heart goes out to all of them .

I shed a tear for loves long gone .

Our chosen heart felt lovers song.

 

To hold a hand . To have one care .

To look at me and want me there .

I lay at night between sleep and waking.

Thinking of the loves . My heart is breaking .

 

The darkness comes. The day is fading .

Into the past I will be staying.