You must forgive my misty eyes,
memories often make me weep
and even though I try to sweep
them off, they make me realise
I should forget them, as if lies,
but this I find so hard to do
replacing them with something new,
a task for which I may need help,
leave gloomy thoughts upon the shelf
but then see the futility
for they keep flooding back to me
from deep within my inner self.