A poem about feeling like you have trapped yourself in a constant replay of past thoughts and feelings.

Short story about age, and looking back at you life.

Thoughts and emotions about people lost, expressed in the best way I know of; spilled onto paper.

A picture of you and a thousand words
Distance and space making them blurred
my mind’s eye losing all trace
of your wonderful smile,your beautiful face

A face i’ll never get to hold
a story that will never now be told
words are silenced, stored away
ne’r to see to light of day

Smiling eyes continue to smile
do you think of me once in a while
were you just a dream just an illusion
regrets,remorse,guilt,confusion

A picture of you my souveneir
of a journey that cost so many tears
A price so high could not be paid
a journey that never could be made

now all but just a memory,a face within a frame
veiwing no longer causing that pain
but rather a bittersweet memory
fondly remembered between you and me.

Just a thought I had to ponder over, one that may possibly lead you to look back on your own life.

This one goes way back.

What you realize when you stop and take a look at your life.

Looking back at the pains our grandfathers have – during war crisis.

Poem: A moment with an old memory.

It pretty much speaks for it’s self. Please let me know what you think, your advice and suggestions are appreciated. Thank you!