Expressions of a poor man

Good times

Memories,

Some fade like buzzing bees,

But others stay, like constant rhymes,

And you can always remember,

Those really good times.

Sometimes, there's not that many,

But other time, there is fully plenty,

It depends on people.

Whether their full of hate,

Or belong under a steeple.

Some are small things;

A high five, a laugh,

Others give you wings,

A night spent together,

A day for large things.

Some memories stay like constant rhymes,

These are the truly good times.

Party.

-Prosciutto