Memories,
How they cling!
Like deep yellow pollen,
Fresh from the flower -
Onto a butterfly's wing.
Like fish on a fisherman's hook,
Like the yellow of an old, old book -
Like a child's finger round its mother's,
Like plastic, and molten girders.
Happy, gay memories,
Sad, hurt memories,
Foolish first crushes,
Deep-red blushes,
And memories of the day my father died!
They make you weep, they make you laugh,
Warm your heart, and freeze your heart!
Yet curious things are memories,
Keep them close, such memories,
'Cause when someone is gone forever -
All that's left... are memories.
How they cling!
Like deep yellow pollen,
Fresh from the flower -
Onto a butterfly's wing.
Like fish on a fisherman's hook,
Like the yellow of an old, old book -
Like a child's finger round its mother's,
Like plastic, and molten girders.
Happy, gay memories,
Sad, hurt memories,
Foolish first crushes,
Deep-red blushes,
And memories of the day my father died!
They make you weep, they make you laugh,
Warm your heart, and freeze your heart!
Yet curious things are memories,
Keep them close, such memories,
'Cause when someone is gone forever -
All that's left... are memories.
Well written, chotu :)
ReplyDeleteHad read this before, it's superb...
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