DÉJÀ VU
Travelling life's long avenue
Why do I feel so sure,
With the strange sense of déjà vu,
I've passed this way before?
I stood on an old battle ground
And heard the cannons blast,
While the din of battle echoed round,
A fragment of the past.
I saw a castle girdled round
With ancient walls of stone,
And there within those walls I found
Familiar things I'd known.
I wandered through a village where,
Untouched by passing time,
I saw a cottage there
That once I felt was mine.
In ancient abbey cloisters
Among the ruins there,
I heard the chanting voices
Of Holy Men at prayer.
I heard a pretty melody
Played on an old spinet
That touched a chord of memory
I never could forget.
And with this sense of déjà vu
That haunts me now and then.
I wonder, when this life is through
Will I pass this way again?
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Simple Rhymes - By Ruby N Ramsell
PoesíaThis is the first collection of poems that my great grandma wrote, I never knew her, she passed before I was born. There are two booklets of poems that she authored, the second of which is dated 1995, I believe the first was printed a couple of year...