The Fun and Gloom of Life
I'm back to the old times,
Journey to days past,
When my father and I spent good times together,
Pleasant and colourful memories,
Father’s songs were never out of tune,
They flowed with seamless rhythm,
They were sweet sounds to the ears,
He flowed with the melody,
He was drowned in it,
We jumped and sang in the field,
The shining sun wasn't a deterrent,
Mother stood on the porch beaming with smiles,
How I wish time could swing like a pendulum,
How I wish we could relive
the past then come to the present,
How I wish we could walk ageless with time,
Oh! How time has held my father bound,
Fettered to his bed in between two worlds,
The good times we spent
were the making of memories,
Memories etched in my mind,
My forever keepsakes.
March 26, 2022.
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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