It Becomes A Memory. Poem by MARY MAGDALINA

The flowers bloom and another day passes,
Summer comes again.

I walk and walk without a destination
Because,
Eventually there is an end.

Times that dazzled
Times that won't ever come again.

Days that were so long,
That I walked through them with tears.

I love them all.
Because you and I are here
It becomes a memory.

Your smile that warmly blossomed for me,
My sad heart that couldn't bear show you
I love them all
Because,

You and I are here
It becomes a Memory.