The Old Days From The Old Years
#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
The old clock on my desk,
Ringed for many hours,
Touches my ankles
Whispers from the angels...
The mistaken call I've got
This early...
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...
The old clock on my desk,
Ringed for many hours,
Touches my ankles
Whispers from the angels...
The mistaken call I've got
This early...