No questions ever die though answers fade.
As time goes by the sources disappear
the ones who knew no longer can parade,
what once was sure may later seem unclear.

No stories ever sum up all the facts.
Each time the telling chances some small loss,
some similar account from own distracts,
for only young demand no startling gloss.

No memories can ever brighten faint.
When time is sifting out all presents past,
both noise and silence join to drown complaint,
survivals are unsure that they will last.

No love is for forever for it craves
unsatisfied more strength than wind and waves.