My Souvenirs

My memories are souvenirs,

collected over many years;

some good, some bad, some sadly lost,

and some that came with such a cost;

a lifetime’s worth of hopes and fears.

 

Old love affairs ending in tears,

like heartbreak tales by balladeers;

the highs and lows that have criss-crossed

my souvenirs.

 

Yet in my dreams a voice appears

that sings like music to my ears,

so firmly on my heart embossed

a face that never will exhaust,

for it transcends and domineers

my souvenirs.

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Don Matthews

Sat 6th Apr 2019 22:18

Very good Trevor

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M.C. Newberry

Sat 6th Apr 2019 16:18

I've been around long enough to be reminded by these lines of the
song "Among My Souvenirs". A happy memory!

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