Pexels / Photo by Frans Van Heerden
There was once a time when we all rested
Upon a special thought without resentment
Where we held dearly within our minds
The dream that we may one day find
Traveling the lanes of our memories
We stumble upon a special treasure sea
Relishing the beauty that we behold
But never long enough to be like gold
Seeing the world with all its colors
Makes it all worthwhile, not dull
However small, however fleeting
Grace comes with a lovely greeting
Sometimes we seek, but cannot touch
Because the very thing we want so much
Has fluttered away through the sands of time
Which cannot be reversed nor revived
Songs were made with great rhythm and rhyme
That gave the crowds a wonderful time
One can only hope that what we cherish
Is not an illusion that will just perish