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.