Time

Once again I sit here,
holding on to things bygone.
In the darkness, I wonder,
will there be another dawn?
I look at bitter memories,
promises broken, problems unsolved,
at all the hurt and anger.
And the tears brim over, uncalled.
I look at happier times,
with dancing laughter, and
search for joys now buried
'neath Time's falling sand.
The past slips through my fingers,
for all that I hold on.
It's wise to let go, I know,
and what has passed is gone.
So closes another chapter,
the end of another song.
Eyes raised to the future,
it's time to move along.