nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

PRECIOUS MEMORIES

When there cannot
Be tomorrow
Think of me
Without the sorrow
Old men die
Children are left
But all your love
Inside me kept.

Upon my journey
Who can say
Except those
Along this way
To travel on
Who knows where
I wrap myself
Inside your care.

Lift your heads
Try not to weep
Our precious memories
Hold and keep
Love I feel
Can never die
Its with me
As now I fly.