It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a jamboree of all sorts,
A patchwork of joys and regrets.
You remember the days when you mess up,
The days when sadness brings tears,
But you forget all those small happy moments
When it's laughter that brings you to tears.
If only we could be happy forever,
To look forward, not think of the past,
Our lives would be full of elation,
With sadness a ghost of the past.
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Some people view forgiveness,
As a virtue for the weak.
An act of Mercy undeserve
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
