Those Memories…..


When he stands alone in the lawn
He hears you giggle softly with gentle sighs
So he winks at the open blue sky
With his hand across his good old heart
And a soft smile draws on his old face.
When the soft wind blows his grey hair
Sweet memories fleet in his young mind
Again and again like a good old movie
And his old eyes glisten with tears awhile
Behind those good pair of thick glasses.
When the sun descends behind those high hills
His eyes dart to find his shadow on that lawn
With those seconds adding to hours so fast
With his weak lungs struggling for air.

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