We pass our lives,
Not understanding,
The meaning of life,
Not understanding.
We walk miles
For small reasons,
Not understanding.
We work so hard,
To get better,
Just to die,
Leaving it all behind,
Still not understanding.
We buy them all gifts,
To earn them,
When we know,
We will lose them,
Not understanding
We continue,
Smiling,
Working,
Living,
Breathing,
And not understanding
Monday, June 9, 2008
Pinned up photographs
What colour is the wall
Behind all the memories?
Painted with times,
With you and friends
With the family.
The story never ends,
So many memories,
We hold so dear,
But so many photos
Not up there ,
On my wall.
Hidden away
From those days,
That you remember most,
But haunt you like a ghost.
The ones,
You want to forget,
But never can
What colour is the wall
Behind all the memories?
Painted with times,
With you and friends
With the family.
The story never ends,
So many memories,
We hold so dear,
But so many photos
Not up there ,
On my wall.
Hidden away
From those days,
That you remember most,
But haunt you like a ghost.
The ones,
You want to forget,
But never can
Friday, June 6, 2008
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