Memories are something
We all hold so dear
The good and the bad ones
When they reappear
The good ones hold a smile
The bad ones a tear
Whichever one comes
We still hold it dear
Short, sweet, and to the point...how true...we all pray the good outway the bad...but memories are who we our....they leave little footprint in our mind and heart...great write again David...Thanks for sharing: O)
Memories last forever, so true your words David, hope you have more happy ones than bad, love Lynda xx
Yes, now you mention it; with almost tragic irony, so very true. Well penned. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes has we get older we always think life was better back when... but life is what you make it, and if you really look sometimes you will find life is sweeter being older...10