Tell me about those long and funny days.
And the short and boring ones.
And of your ever smiling face.
Tell me again,
But would I still remember?
Tales of how meats disappeared
From mom's pot of soup.
Or how beds are wet
With fresh and stale urine.
Tell me the culprit,
But would I still remember?
Tell me of the days of lonely tears
And that of corporate joy.
But above all,
Tell me the sound of you voice.
I doubt if I'd still remember.
DaTalent
06/02/17
11.50pm