Some Things Don’t Die.

Some things don’t die.
The curve of a cheek,
the cast of an eye.
A sideways smile,
the swing of a gait,
are shadows of a former self,
something to celebrate.

They wait beside us,
silent and still,
living on within us
by sheer force of will.
Unseen, unnoticed,
except by those few
who gaze back through the years
to see someone they knew.

A kaleidoscope of fragments
stretching back in time.
The life force which made us,
standing in line.




2 comments on “Some Things Don’t Die.

  1. nigelweaving says:


    This is a fine and affecting poem.

    Thank you


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