Times pass on by
Reminding us that we can cry
Making others go 'Oh My!'
And leaving us with a glass wine
The phone had rung, i wish it would ring
The entrapped sweetness of the past, we could never bring
I think I heard something, i wish its a tring tring
For, even as the 'times pass on by', the old memories always cling.
1 comment:
Hi der..
nice post....u wrote it Urself ..loved dat 'ing' thing..and i m sandeep...
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