Saturday, April 28, 2001

To the things left behind

A long and arduous journey In search of fame and money With friends and foes There were oh so many Cradled this place that we all now cherish With the sweat of our brow lovingly did we nourish What’s the future no one knows For we know one day we will all perish A day comes when you leave things behind In search of a new challenging grind Anywhere the people may go The memories still stay fresh in the mind The tremors have rocked the foundation Of the very thing that was once our creation Though things may never be the same Yet one hopes and prays for a resurrection

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home