#WritcoPoemPrompt29
Remarkable was the day of your birth,
Remarkable was your childhood,
And the years that followed too soon,
Remember your journey one last time,
Before you close your eyes...

Days are just like passing wind,
neither can they be caught or reversed,
we recall moments that moved us,
significantly memories mark the old days.

Nothing seemed hard until indeed it was,
every idea was acted on promptly,
with faint desires that arrested our minds,
moving us...