Whose Are They?
I know I'm the one doing the writing
And this, alone, baffles me so.
How do these words get into my head
Without ever letting me know?
I only know that they are there
When they ask to be let out.
From where they came, I do not know.
That's the thing I'm so concerned about.
While I'm having all this writing fun,
I can't help worrying about some poor one
Whose words I'm using up.
Because some day, somewhere,
Some mouth may open
And nothing will come out.
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Memories...A Melody of Love
Memories are a melody of love in our lives
And the tunes they play are endless in time.
They awaken our senses as we relive
The day each memory was made.
We shared such fun when we were young
And we kept those memories tucked away.
Some special ones we still take out
And think of every day.
There are ones that give us happiness
In seeing those we've loved and lost.
We remember all the joys we shared
In years of our distant past.
The laughter and the tears still flow
As they did so many years ago,
When remembering the happy times,
Along with those of sorrow.
We're shown, by memories, just how much
Our friends and family meant.
We stored them in our memory banks
And withdrew them as we went.
The best is knowing that we have
A chance to see our lives again
By looking back to days gone by,
If only for a moment.
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Keep Love Alive
Some couples, as they grow together
Tend to push their love aside.
And if it isn't nurtured,
May find that it has died.
To keep alive the love they have
Takes patient work each day.
If they don't feel, and talk of love,
It may just slip away.
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