Yesterday is where a memory waits
That we can only make today
Time becomes the enemy
That wipes them all away
A memory is a piece of time
Sometimes good or bad
A little piece of history
A moment that we had
Sometimes we're reminded
Of things we can't recall
It doesn't matter how hard we try
We just can't remember it all
Sometimes we choose to forget
A memory that brings us pain
But tiny pieces of heartache
Somehow still remain
Memories never last forever
Always hold them dear
So smile today and reminisce
For tomorrow they disappear
The rising, into its holder
All eyes a gaze
Completed, so Dazzling and oh the owe
The Christmas tree towers above the rest of the room
Bringing color to the space it looms
As you look through your decorations you are reminded
Of Christmas’s in the past
Oh how the years have wheeled on so fast
Each ornament has meaning
Each decoration that was given to you by your Mother
Or passed down from hers
Their memory held in your hand
As though it was planned
The scent of pine fragrance lingering in the air
As you and your loved ones create cheer
Old holiday music that never gets old
Its then you’re brought back to your days of innocents
Those childhood days
The sheer excitement of preparing for the big day
You and your siblings wild with anticipation
Freedom from school and gifts and food
All in the comforts of nostalgia
All in the memory of
A mood
Sweet breeze of memory come blow the dust of time, thats settled in the conscience of a
sleeping mind,
awaken long lost dreams, that fell along the way, scattered are the ashes, of the life I
threw away,
send the wind of change, that my cobwebs be dispersed, remind me of the verse I learnt,
unbroken,unrehearsed.
"Douce brise de la mémoire déverrouiller cette porte verrouillé, que je mai retour à la
visite, je vais vous rappeler une fois de plus"
Sweet breeze of memory unlock this bolted door that I may return to visit, I'll Remember
him once more.
Douce brise de la mémoire les heures passent vite, si je suis toujours à revoir Puis j'ai
besoin de revenir rapidement, mon corps est tellement fatigué, je me Sens très vieux, et
les secrets que j'ai caché loin maintenant nécessité d'être informé
Sweet breeze of memory the hours quickly pass, if I am ever to revisit, then I need To go
back fast, my body is so weary, I am feeling very old, and secrets that I hid Away need
now to be told!
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