The Past holds the Memories

The memories are created for not the future.

Recalling times - passed by years
An ending love, Forgotten friends
A memory that never ends
Tears

Days that pass. No value. No sole
Yet days to cherish and days to hold
And days that leave you cold
Death

The time has past. A boy is grown
To linger round a forgotten town
To wish the joyful days had last
Alone

Now man, you are - to build anew
A better world to look back to
The future holds the memories few
Re-due