The joy of many escapes so few,
To what we cling on to,
The sound of a loved one calling our name,
The smell that initiates a nerve of remembrance,
How so many angels are removed from this earth.
But we must let them linger in the sky's above to watch over us all.
If a day befallen upon one pour soul to trade currency for time,
The question would need not a reply for all loving people would undoubtedly choose it for one precious minute with a loved one.
How did you like this story?
Your feedback helps paddynav understand what's working
@paddynav
Lives In glorious Kent, a stones throw from the sea, at the entry to the Thames. Where the weather can show a breathtaking scenery
Want to join the conversation? Sign in to leave a comment.