DÉJÀ VU

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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? 

Simple Rhymes - By Ruby N RamsellWhere stories live. Discover now