Poems from classicist001
Countless memories plague me
Of things that were and never shall be:
Imaginations, ideas, thoughts, and hopes,
Chained to the wall,...
Men are but as dreams
Mere memories to be kept,
For as long as men live, it seems,
And in weeping as we have slept
Erasing memories that...
The wind outside was howling,
The furious storm was rising,
But Little One found shelter better than any other
In the strength of her big...
Each time I try to put our book away,
You know, the one with all our memories,
An image catches my eye, and, captive, I look down to see...
Because you are gone
Does not mean you’ve disappeared
For eternity.
Surely you’re numbered
Now among the saints in heav’n
Waiting to...