MEMORIES

Memories which sleep in mind;
When wake tears fills in eyes;
And in faces rises slight smiles
Such mixture of feelings find.
The sight of sunrise and sunset
Which in our journey we see and passby
When remembered makes at once sigh
Yet tears that fills our eyes
Never makes our faces wet
For memories are treasure of one's own
That makes our mind pure in leisure
And life is a journey that must passby with pleasure
To fill new moment's in own treasure.
Like pearls bind in threads
Every day find new moments
To bind in great depths of mind
As every year farwells
"Sweet are the days going
Sweeter will be the rest
Even days gone are sweetest to refresh".