Tuesday, March 04, 2008
..memory lane's not what it used to be..
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..
posted by One Bizarre Scribe at 12:26 PM | Permalink | 2 comments