How Soon


How soon thoughts
Become memories.

How soon our love
Turns to stone.

How soon the child
Becomes his own man.

How soon we change
Although we have sworn
Never to.

How soon we have forgotten
How to kiss.

How soon the happiness
Melts into tears.

But everything
Will keep on changing
Day after day
We can never know...




Poetry by Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2005-11-05 at 22:13

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and there is those who insist on not changing, and become depressed beings, maybe changes isn't that bad after all?
2005-11-06