A Poem by WyckedDreams

A poem about memories

The old and new, and the things we all go through.
The times we used to share, now no one is ever there.
The memories we compile, while whispering all the while,
Of things we've done before, the future we have in store.
Dreaming upon the mountain while singing of the sea..
Memories clash of now and then..Of you and me.
Sweet words we used to write, the good and our plights...
Songs yet to be sung, while from memories are tears are wrung.
We sigh and we remember, the good times and the terrible,
All the while gazing into our reflection, remembering we once had direction.
memories seem all too true...I'm glad for what we've gone through..
It made us who we are, though friends now seem so far..
And now we reminisce of things that bring us bliss.Memories shine so high..
And now on wings we fly...And now we fly

© 2011 WyckedDreams

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Added on March 5, 2011
Last Updated on March 5, 2011



Martinsburg, WV

I have been writing poetry, stories and songs for the past 15 years.I have a high hope of being published someday:-) I hope to find a few friends and maybe a mentor here. more..