Reginald Enakadm sanele
The Distance We Travel - Poem by Reginald Enakadm sanele
All that is left are memories
Closed doors of moments never to be reached
Where could we have found moments of such quality?
Only away and when a moving gear is switched.
On the road we met and on the road we departed
Words were said, laughter shared, songs sang and
For ever we could have tried to make it be
But time has stolen our good times left behind
Solid memories never to melt.
The distance we travel is the people we meet and the
Saddest moment is when we say goodbye.
Never will the distance we travel be forgotten.
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