To You, Their Daydreams
In the golden halls of memories I stroll
oft amazed at the things I’ve stored there
Some tossed in a corner, other set with care
some interesting, others I find oddly droll
A picture of a barmaid in a skimpy costume
somewhere in Nevada I think it was, in ‘62
An Irish valley sparkling in dawn’s soft dew
and over there, a dark wood lined bar room
Behind locked doors, images and scents of war
things best forgot, but never far enough away
Things I find I bring out some careless day
then I lock those scenes away behind the door
Old pets who truly honored me and loved me well
gave me all they had and asked but love of me
Old friends gone now in time’s unending flow I see
their smiles hold a thousand words unspoke, yet tell
Fair eyes and gentle smiles, each a gift to me
from you who hold my heart in happy union still
My heart is full, for love and hope does it fill
and I remember the times hard in Fate’s lee
I must get on with the duties of this day
the same old things I do to make it all it may be
And yet I keep the key to memories held here in me
to wander the halls of my life again I say
Once again Johnn, I must say those words in that writing are so wonderful. It helps to read those words as they perfectly describe the feelings of each one of us....that last verse describes me this morning. I wish I had a tiny bit of your talent....LOL!