Double Bar
Plucked like strings, a melancholic melody.
Hades and Persephone dance till eternity.
Buzz in the morning like a flying bumblebee
Teardrops in mourning, when the night is silent, chilly.
The tempo is going quicker as the years pass by
“We are not growing younger,” is the usual reply.
New songs will come, but the old songs we will remember
In the memories where they will remain forever.
Although their laughter will never grace again our ears
May this poem memorialize them for the coming years.
Copyright © Max Ortiz | Year Posted 2022
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