Days become months
And months make
years.
We go down memory
lane
And cheeks flood with
tears.
Happy days come and
go
As do the sad.
Everyone has ‘em all
–
The best, the
meridian and bad.
Blinking tears away
As we look back now,
We wonder why we lost
it all
What went wrong and
how.
Never take anyone for
granted
Or pay you will, one
day.
You may have hundreds
now.
But you’ll stand
alone on D-day.
