Strings and sounds induce me to listen; To lullabies of auld, quite forgotten. I lay down, gently, in the hammock-- Listening, absorbing the meaning; Of a song, dug up, from long ago. The haunting melody of yore; That speaks of naive gladness-- Of laughing faces and bosom souls; Of tearful gatherings and boisterous years; A wistful reminiscence, of lost links, commence. For though, voyages have differed-- The thew, of ties, have been enfeebled; Rightly persistent, still, are the impressions; Of marked friendships, of yesteryears. The mind may forget; but, the heart doesn't. "Le Souvenir" (The Remembrance) #remembrance #yqbaba
