Some memories are all that remain,
To soothe that roaring burning pain
A balm, to ease that burden still
Of eyes,looking out that window sill…

What good are they, I ask, O Lord
They only bring us more heartache
That rocking chair, an empty cupboard
Leave all but tears in their wake

Sounds,from yesterday,and years past
They rush and fill our ears today
A whispered call, a laugh, and at last
They slip and slide and fade away..

Those wretched memories remind
That we are but dust, to dust we’ll go
And what good comes when we rewind
Except tell us, we’re the Lord’s dough..