While most things don't make sense
And to keep it out you put up a fence
There are some things that do
Like putting on a shoe
I'll tell you this
And I'll try not to do with an iron fist
You're getting old
And so you've been told
Sadly our days are numbered
But not the memories that have been occurred
Those memories may not always be flowers
But they do give you power
Power to make yourself
Or power to shelf yourself
Things may not always make sense
But I'll tell you another thing
Thank god you're not dense
YOU ARE READING
As life goes, so do I
PoetryRead to feel. These poems are written in the hopes that it stirs the emotions. Just maybe someone out there will come across this and find a poem in here that expresses exactly what they are feeling. And for me, I hope that brings comfort to some. T...
