Memories of old come unbidden to mind
when music awakens them with notes in time.
Realizing that they are being thought of
brings a joy at times of reminiscence.
Ballads of yesterday infiltrate thoughts
creating an appreciation and enthusiasm
of the past.
Allowing tears to be exited and fall upon
our hearts as we hold them closely, so we
may again remember them in our futures to
our mind's delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem