Images by Mary Etta Metcalf

walking the lonely path…watching the scenes of life pass by
the pain some cause upon remembrance stabs at the heart
the joy felt at the brighter moments bring a smile to the face
those images viewed each night through our dreams

through the slumber each night…we relive the moments of life
some wished to be forgotten…somehow resurface through dreams
others thought to be forgotten forever…reappear to bring us peace
those images viewed each night through our dreams

we never forget…even when we push them back into the abyss
only to resurface as reminders of what has been done
leaving us to ponder…was there some importance to them after all
those images viewed each night through our dreams

are these the steps we need to reach our laurels of life
do we need to heed what our dreams are trying to say to us
or are they just the nonsense of our mind slipping off into a dreamworld
those images viewed each night through our dreams

End of the poem

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