The day is gray and wet;
I place a candle here.
I neither can forget,
Nor can remember clear.
The face, it starts to fade,
The voice, it dies away;
I struggle to take hold,
But all is in decay —
For though we light our lights,
The years win out, at last.
The losingest of fights:
Our battle with the past.
But I will not give in,
Though, sure, at last, I’ll fall —
For I loved and was loved,
And that was worth
It all
For though we light our lights,
The years win out, at last.
Nicely put.
“For i loved and was loved” that wins it all! Lovely 🦋
This one’s definitely a keeper. Thanks!