GONE WITH THE WIND

As moments pass, so like I see,

The leaves that fall from off the tree,

For not a one will we see live…

Again, except in memory.

At first...these memories are clear,

And moments passed, still see as near,

But like the leaves, we see them fade…

As winds of time take one more year.

Like leaves we press within a book,

In hopes to once more take a look,

We place them safely in the mind…

But time is found to be a crook.

We see the dried leaves crumble,

And find the mind grows’ humble,

For not a memory secure…

Amidst the mumble, jumble.

I try to catch them as they fall,

But fall they do...I can’t recall,

A single one the wind has took…

My mind no longer hears’ me call.