Memories and Questions
memories; flood and ooze and trickle
memories consume and declare
why now I ask, why now am I remembering the grand and the small, the highest and the most low, what makes me smile and laugh, but few memories that have made me cry or wonder why or how
I'm older now and the term "back in the day" was way back many days and many years
I've loved few, not many and I've lost one that still makes me sad
how I wish, oh, how I wish that i was not so meek and mild
how I wish, oh how I wish that I was more than who I was then
maybe if I was more, I wouldn't have felt so less
memories consume and declare
why now I ask, why now am I remembering the grand and the small, the highest and the most low, what makes me smile and laugh, but few memories that have made me cry or wonder why or how
I'm older now and the term "back in the day" was way back many days and many years
I've loved few, not many and I've lost one that still makes me sad
how I wish, oh, how I wish that i was not so meek and mild
how I wish, oh how I wish that I was more than who I was then
maybe if I was more, I wouldn't have felt so less
