Lost Memories, by Malcolm Moss Subscribe to rss feed for Malcolm Moss

I wonder what, in truth, I dreamt
Before we met; whilst still a child
Pursuing deeds that were but meant
To fill the time before love smiled,
 And all the joy that I found then 
Was nought till I met you.
 
And so, when on my porch again
Reflecting on my past I find
Embedded deeply in my brain
Your image, clearly in my mind
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
Again to dance with you.

All musings throughout time have been
A source of joy, something serene.
To cherish my  volum'nous store
Of memories, who could want more?
Those memories of you?

Now as I age I ponder, on
Eternity, when I'll be gone
Saddened by the thought that I
May reminisce no more.
Posted: 2015-02-21 16:23:01 UTC

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