Voices from a far

Old voices, old melodies,
echoes into my ears,
reaching from a far period of time.

Warm voices, gentle laugher
can be faintly heard,
reaching from a far a period of time.

The warmth of their time,
the virtue and dignity of their time,
the trust and security of their time,
made us realised  how cold we are now.

I don’t know whether to
cry at our sorrowful state
or to smile as we can hear them.

In time, their voice fades away,
forever forgotten in the mystery of time.