Memories

• Tara Peatman, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2010

Memories are golden 
But ours are tinged with grey
Starting from the moment
That we lost our way.

Tears go streaming slowly
Down my saddened face
In this crazy world of ours
I've fallen to last place.

The path is long and winding
You held tight to guide me through
But now I'm lost and wandering
I'm nothing without you.

The time we spent together
The many precious hours
Memories now tinged with grey
A sadness which is ours.