Standing there,
On the end of the line
watching all those memories
Our memories
It is not always sweet
Even it is bitter sometimes
What is bitter,
Will be forgiven within time
But it will never be forgotten
For the lessons imposed
Will always worth remembering
But what is sweet,
We will always remember it
With fondness and love
They will never fade away
Sometimes,
We may look like we have no future
Other times,
We may look like there is no tomorrow
Life is funny, isn't it?
It revolves in a circle
An unbroken circle, unless severed
But then,
For every single thing
That has been broken,
There will always be a chance
To repair it, isn't it?
The chance is in our hands
That, my friend, is what is worth remembering.
Written on 14 December 2003
2 comments:
Another sweet poems. Your older poems have a certain 'happy feelings' I see.
Memories is that nice, I know. Even the worst memories can become sweet, because we tend to remember the sweet sides and forget the bad ones. Sometimes we can still remember the bad ones... but time is quite forceful, and sometimes we'll forget it.
Memories shape us... in an incredible way.
We remain the same until the pain of remaining the same exceeds the pain of change.
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