An Ode to Old


The sun
may call in sick sometime,

Gray clouds
may permeate for days without a sign,

But rain
or shine,

The skies
though in great heights apart
remain faithful to seas–keepers of wishes and memories–
all the time.

Knitted words
may sound obtuse,

Stringing notes
may be low and loose,

But be
in FM or iTunes, an old song will play,

And eyes
will end in haze
for an old feeling
about to resurface.

Photographs, letters
may end up in pieces,

Promises, vows
may be broken,

But to
memories all real are bound and committed,

They are
the dwellers of pillows
and old songs
keepers listen.

Featured Song: Old Songs,
by Barry Manilow

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