We Weep For Ourselves

Old memories we cling to from us fading fast We weep for ourselves when we weep for the past The things that once were that will never more be The people we loved we will never more see Only memories of what was are ours to retain We weep for what was that cannot be again We weep for ourselves when we weep for the dead I only quote here what a wise one once said The dead do not know when for them we shed tears In their lives they too had their good and bad years For many of them death from life was a welcome release They have earned their rest leave them to rest in peace The old bloke in the pub he has tears in his eyes For where he will never more see the sun rise For old friends he loved in distant graveyards they do lay He weeps for himself and his past far away Our sorrows in life to us come at a cost We weep for ourselves when we weep for what to us is lost Our happiest times as sad memories in us remain The workings of life beyond me to explain.