Memories Poem by Franklin Spriggs

Precious memories,
Oh how sweet the sound,
They drive away the loneliness,
When know one is around.

Tho I spend many days,
Just stareing at the wall,
Yet I have my memories,
On which I can recall.

I think of times so dear to me,
And people that I knew,
Of distant countries that I've seen,
Upon oceans of deepest blue.

The days are past and gone from me,
Not to come again this way,
I'll keep them in my memory,
Until another day.

I'll keep them with me till the end,
The memories I love best,
And then I'll leave them all behind,
When my memories are put to rest.

But till the day, when it's time to go,
Of lovely memories to think no more,
My fellow writers with pen in hand,
Write on forever more.

Dedicated to those who love to write.

Author
Franklin Spriggs
Feb 16,2008