When we are children
thoughts of the future,
Don't even cross our inquisitive minds,
But when we are old
thoughts of the past,
Are a welcoming moment,
That become left behind.
Gone are those days now,
Grand are those memories,
Kept in the heart for a rainy day,
If only those moments,
Lost in life's history,
Could just be relived,
In their own special way.
Jayne Louise Davies
Certain recollections remain etched in our minds and as time passes by, they become even more vivid, allowing us to revisit those cherished moments once more. Good poem 5****
The past has been written and the chapter closed. We must focus on the here and now and start making notes for future unwritten chapters.
That would be great but unfortunately it can't happen. Nice ink.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed they r special moments.