I Heard a Memory Crying

I heard a memory crying
from far across the room.
I did not know the meaning
of its strange foreboding tune.

A lament for past enjoyments.
For times of family fun.
For times of better purpose.
For times now all undone.

This unfamiliar yearning
of times I once did know.
Brought curiosity turning
in the conciliation of my soul.

I straightened up and listened
to that I could not hear.
I listened with emotion
I listened with some fleer.

The ephemeral life that's leading
to places unknown now.
Will bring on many memories
For those who do allow.

Thoughts of things once cherished
of struggles bitterly fought.
Remembrances of old acquaintances
Tears from battles now quite lost.

A crying memory harkens
of restless thoughts revived.
Seek out those recollections.
The ones that have survived.


©3/14/2005 Steve Lunsford