With every gust, old memories combust,
fading in a rush,
leaving behind just
tales of rust.
The stories we entrust
to time and trust
may turn to a mere crust
of metal and earth,
but their essence and worth
will forever be just.
For though the dust
may settle and adjust,
our recollections are a must
to keep alive the past,
and let our memories last
beyond the rust.