When I go in my memory down the road
I see myself, my friends and foes (last word just for rhyming)
I ask myself why can’t I wait
And keep that time into a plate
So that it would rot never… never
I would keep it in deep freeze forever
And take it out when I am sad
So that I won’t be lonely and mad
When I go back the memory lane I feel happy
And don’t feel depress and dumb and crappy
For some special purpose must God have ever thought
That he brought me in this world so I could bloom
It must not be easy to fulfill his reason
And I might need to keep my memories in prison
So I don’t go back to prosperous time
And thinking that time I would never wipe
Times are changing for the beettr if I can get this online!
I was sreoiulsy at DefCon 5 until I saw this post.
In the comlpiacetd world we live in, it’s good to find simple solutions.
Anna Posted on Wish I could have gone with you guys. I always want to look back at Hunter and then I alsomt fall over. Typical me LOVE these pictures of the ride.
If only there were more clever poelpe like you!
Never expected to get people to read it here!
Thank you so much for your appreciation! 🙂
A really heart warming story. You just put the pieces of my broken heart in place.