Days Gone

You get it when it’s gone, why it was so wrong
Or the best time of all, with the rise and the fall

Why don’t you see it there and then?

Memories are born, far from conclusions forgone
A composition tainted, from patches they’re painted

Why can’t you see it there and then?

The days gone, only echoes remain
Enduring verities left for your mind to sustain
Or is the past as uncertain as days to come
A silver coating on your memories
Or a rusted finish on your deeds
Who could say which is true, for it is only you?

A mind full of sights and sounds, all that surrounds and confounds
Fear of loss wakes you up to see significance

How you perceive the world today, affects how you see yesterday

The day’s gone, only echoes remain
A set of verities left for your mind to sustain
A silver coating on your memories
Or a rusted finish on your deeds
Who could say which is true, for it is only you?