FOOD FOR THE SOULS
Fading notes of childhood long gone,
Owing to the oncoming storm,
Oncoming storm in all its rage,
Dying melodies strongly engage.
For the songs you sang float with the wind,
Old memories your voice, it brings,
Reveling in stolen joy,
Times spent in a pretty ploy.
Happiness is in everything you see,
Entering and as quickly it does flee,
Save some for the next day,
Or you might lose your way.
Until the song ends, don't you,
Leave my side, although a few
Seconds is the only thing due.