Past had pain and pleasure,
Which is hard to measure,
Memories are all your own,
So keep them as timeless treasure.
Present brings own low and high,
And slowly as time goes by,
You see people laugh with you,
But you are alone when you have to cry.
Is future dark or bright?
When it all seems so right,
In a moment we see all was just a dream,
Future is lost with the dawning of the night.
Sunday, September 26, 2010