A dust-devil rises up
From lanes once strolled
Hand-in-hand, in bliss
Bliss of love extolled
The seat of the park-bench
Where we left our mark
Two names, and a heart
Now seats not one lark
That pavement cafe
With the accordion player
Where she loved to sit
As i toyed with her hair
Spring's given way to fall
N darkness comes early
People rushing home
To loved ones, not me
Maybe just a fool's advice
Take care of your own
Cause one day they're here
Next day they're gone..
MJ here,20-something Engineer(??),the proverbial "wise-crack" and "born-procrastinator";
This is where I rant and rave about life in general,as and when I encounter it.But there's gonnabe a liberal dose of my creations(poems n s***)..*I already see scared faces out there*...stuff that interests me,from various sources,and more...So enjoy ;or try to..;)
From: God's Own Country
About me: Nobody's gonna get a chance to blame me for self-praise...so u better ask my pals...;)..or rather,let my blogs speak for themselves.
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
..memory lane's not what it used to be..
a very heavy feeling after reading this poem.
you sound unhappy. are you? :)