Hear the sounds of laughter, as I
look at the faces that surround. Hear
the ticking of the clock, as I watch
the hands keep spinning round. Everyone
rushing through the day, pushing and
shoving, you do what you have to they
say. For tomorrows a new day, with a
brand new slate. Don't look back at
yesterday. Past is gone, future is the
way. But, it seems that time just rolls
away. While all my heart does is cry out
stay. Remembering values of the old, and
the stories our Fathers told. But, nobody
walks those old roads, anymore. Put up a
mall, put up a store, all we want is more...
What do we need rainbows and roses for...
Sound of laughter we hear from life's perception. Hands keep spinning around emotion. Tomorrow brings a new day with new hope. Remembering values of the old and the stories our Fathers told is nice to have learning and perception. Amazing poem is wisely penned...10
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- - Remembering values of the old, and the stories our Fathers told.- - - Happy memories are to be held close to the heart, though it becomes a thing of the past but yet it lives on. A lovely poem as are Rainbows. Thanks for sharing.
Thank You! ! ! Jeanette, For Such A Heart Felt, Beautiful Reply! ! ! ! ! You Are Such An Ever So Lovely, And Ever So Talented, Poetess! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !