Remember the Time . . .
Memories come and memories go
Always we get caught up in what they do
Mostly the good for the bad we ignore
But we glorify it all forget the core
Simply put our memories run havoc
Making our tearstained eyes like rock
Depressed we feel after thinking at times
And happy we get at each old dime
Alas we miss our very present sunshine
Looking back upon the longlost vines
Advice I give to you each in good humour
Look into the present don't forsake the future!
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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