Memories
Memories are only but a picture,
yet sometimes they may move.
They are only a small fragment of something loved to do.
It's nothing compared to the real thing,
not even near close.
So only when it appears to be real,
shall that be the time to enjoy it the most.
If you wonder why this is the time to enjoy it now the most,
it is because once that time has gone it shall only once again be nothing but a picture of the mind.
A Memory.
yet sometimes they may move.
They are only a small fragment of something loved to do.
It's nothing compared to the real thing,
not even near close.
So only when it appears to be real,
shall that be the time to enjoy it the most.
If you wonder why this is the time to enjoy it now the most,
it is because once that time has gone it shall only once again be nothing but a picture of the mind.
A Memory.