11 August 2012
Memories:
They're something we look back on, To bring us a smile when we are down. To envisage a person, Much rather than wearing a frown.
They take us back by the tick of a clock Whether it be a watch, a compass, or down by a dock That harbours ships which sail daily To a land that used to move ever so gracefully.
As you get older, your memory becomes flawed, And you soon forget what many have already forgotten. Alas, there's one thing left that can bring back the art; Just always remember to trust in your heart.
Memories • Opuss № I