AI art by me

They say that Time will heal them all but I know that’s not true,

Some are too deep and harsh to mend with many years of glue.

Like a paper cut that is forgotten for time,

Then rubs against some lemon juice and brings it back to mind.

My memory is very good and can be such a gift,

Except when I cannot forget the breaks and tears and rifts.

“Better to have loved and lost?” A fable told of old,

Better not to feel the sun because then comes the cold.

I’m like old Scrooge yet all my ghosts are loves from past and now,

They visit me on the odd night and sit upon my brow.

“It’s always darkest ere the dawn!” Another child’s tale,

It has some truth for always will the sun come without fail.

And when the rains have washed away, when bird upon the wing,

Begin to greet the morning rays and and trill of coming Spring,

I’ll be back to my usual self and ghosts are sent to pack,

They’ll go away for quite a while but still they will come back.

Jon Grey 4/14/25