Down The Memory Lane

In a world devoid of memories I stood,

Feeling handicapped and it's no good.

Peeping through the kaleidoscope of ages,

Those familiar scrawling on yellow pages,

Faded over the period of time,

Which I won't barter for any dime.

Gone are those days,

And we parted our ways.

Many a say

Forgetfulness is a blessing in disguise,

A great potion for so called goodbyes.

No, I don't think so!

Seasons change, so do people,

Memories won't, fresh as a maple.

Getting golden over ages and more.

Stabbing my heart's core,

Are those sweet moments, now a pain

And here I am, wishing them much and again.