A String of Memories
A string of memories, Adorns the song of my past; Whenever struck, A special one surfaces up. The happy ones, Remind me of the times; I laughed and danced, And swung in your arms. Walking down that lane, Which was once a frolicsome terrain; Now makes me nostalgic, Of those good old golden days. Brings tears in my eyes; Tears of joy, for I lived those moments; Or of the pain, for its over and bygone, No longer there, to hold on. The sad ones, Remind me of the times; I struggled in troubled waters, Without a savior to obviate. Walking down that lane, Which was once dark and grim; Now leaves me bewildered, With reminiscences of grey. Should I be sad for those harrowed days; Or be happy to, Emerge stronger since they came, And now, are left behind in the lane. Treasured is this musical memoir, Every note plays a unique memory; Happy or sad, Those are all mine; The ones I have lived, Through the passage of time.