Better not cry

Better not cry
for what has gone by:                   
the erosion of time.
the spilling of mind.
 
Far better remember
soft strokes of kindness,
moments of happiness,
Paling and fading.
 
The fine weft of living:
its intricate lace
patterns unravelling,
into the abyss.
 
Try to remember
the small subtleties
we’ve done and we’ve seen
in our time together.
 
© S N Solomons 2014

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