Gone Days.

Can't bring back the days gone,

Wasted.

Can't capture the euphoria which shaped

Thousands of miles behind,

Blasted zero to perfection

By an unyielding Baroness

Of laughter.

Gone days,

Unserved

Unnoticed

Unfulfilled

Under appreciated

Under the weather.

What do we do with days ahead, then

Shall we waste them, incinerate to oblivion?

Shall we take each one, live them,

File them

Into memorable memories?

And re-live when we get older.