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.
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.
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