Memories

Life is a drama, Life is a play,

Life to me is a music I'd say,

where people I meet, the new day I greet

become the very reason in my song to seek.

And as time permits, the course it takes,

the fondness that grows, the note it makes,

strikes a chord, my heart it sings,

sweeps my emotions, giving it wings.

How long is the music? When 'twill fade?

I know not of this. I resign to fate,

but when it does, I know where it'll be --

there in my heart, resting beautifully.

Then, when that song I desire to hear,

so cherished, so treasured, I hold so dear,

I'll ferry across to the memories in store

and let it play on like the way before,

sweeping my emotions, giving it wings,

I think about you and the joy it brings.

So, when our song fades, you know where it'll go --

resting beautifully, one amongst memory's shore.

Contributing Poet -  May - Hi. I'm working in the healthcare sector in quality assurance. I'm in Bangalore. I have keen interest in reading, writing, photography, trekking, and music. I believe that all of us have talent, which, when used, can make a difference in the world, or at least, in someone's life. The choice is ours. My writings are usually from personal experiences. melodyyoung@lycos.com

 

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