Sunday, March 01, 2020

A poem: Feb. 26, 2020

Sing to me 
The words of yesterdays
Memories we made
Laughter we trade

From our songs of yesterday
I smell the sea spray;
But can you hear the waves

Walk back the clock
Take me there, when
Robina Park was
never far away

On the beach we laid
It beckons with 
the library, we said 

The memories we made
The songs you sang
Will you sing again
And no longer be afraid. 

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