When we lose someone, they leave memories behind
Like a carousel, they go round and round in our mind
But, like a book, there are many chapters in our past
Don't re-read each chapter, you'll never get to read the last
Like a carousel, they go round and round in our mind
But, like a book, there are many chapters in our past
Don't re-read each chapter, you'll never get to read the last
Those are very wise words. But hard to do. I'm not ready to turn the page to any of our chapters, let you know when I can.
ReplyDeleteMaida Llopis