Today I have looped a big circle around this town
Every place I passed, there was a memory to be found
Memories of good. Some, of Bad.
Memories so strong. Of good times had.
Memories of what once was but now it is not
Memories of lost friends you think about alot
On the train we passed, acres of tombstones
Thousands and thousands of memories there - these people are not alone
Every where I looked there was something new to be seen
Then every where I looked, memories of where I had been
So every where I looked I had to remind me that this is it
I can't change a thing, Not one little bit
So every where you look, remember there is always more
Just waiting for you. For you to explore
Copyright Reserved May 2014
LYN PAUL
Yes we see so much, as we look and listen we hear echoes of voices that will never be silenced, images that will never be erased, and our feelings that shout out to a deaf world, we hold our emotions as a photo album of the past a walk through days and years that shaped us and guided us to the here and now! I love this superb write!
even d air in a place exhales memories. beautiful poem, Lyn.
It is true the more we live the more memories we accumulate as do others and lives come and gone, all important.
In this pool of memories you swim happily and its ripples touch our feet as we sit keeping our legs down.
So every where you look, remember there is always more Just waiting for you. For you to explore nice to read..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Reminds me of my favourite place where I go to clear my head and think. But it is a place where I have so many good memories from summer holidays. Great poem Lyn