It's strange to think, as time goes on.
That your smiles so free and worm are gone.
The games we played we play no more.
Let sorrow rest, quiet but shore.
The king has come! calling only you.
With a smile and a lough, you say adieu!
New sky's you see and songs you sing.
Its strange to think, your in the palace of the King.
YOU ARE READING
sand and stone
Poetrymusings on life, some small poems and thoughts relating to life in general some will be sad some will be happy as is the way we live.
