Sweet Notes From A Page
The Sounds Play In My Years
I think of you from time to time,
with great fondness and a smile.
There was a time I would have walked with you,
way beyond that walk-a-thon mile.
But now, after many years,
our lives have taken different paths.
And we’ve lived such blessed days,
when we each look upon our pasts.
So, it’s not about regrets or pains,
or decisions I would go back and change.
For whom we once were, are right now,
yesterday'd upon our stage.
I hear the timber of your young voice,
still a flautist’s song within my ears.
A lasting melody I’ll ne'er forget
through our January years.
It's so nice to think and ponder,
and reminisce for just a while.
So, know those affects you've had on me,
were sparked by your sweet smile.
About the Creator
Joel Lippert
We all just create something out of something else; to create something out of nothing would be truly divine, would it not?
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