Our Songs Poem by David Harris
Our Songs
We associate songs with memories
of when we first heard it played.
The song someone sang
on the day we met
becomes one of our beloved tunes.
Whenever we hear it play
our memories come flooding back
to remind us of that special day.
Some songs hold a touch of sadness
and bring tears whenever they are played
as memories of a loss spring to mind.
These are our songs
we attach to our memories
and will remain forever with us
for whenever we hear them play.
I recall an all night party, circa 1979. The arm left off the record player Elvis Costello's Armed Forces, I think. again and again and again. Everyone either too drunk or too busy to bother to change it. To this day, I hear Oliver's Army and I can smell her perfume.. Danny
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4/24/2024 8:25:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So true. Songs and music are a time machine for the heart. Lovely thought.