Nostalgia

The wheels rolling unstoppable as time passes by,

There in with different souls as passersby,

Each soul a beauty, a specialty in tow,

Leaving colors splattered where spirit glows.

The good old memories, their sweetness clear,

As fresh as an untainted atmosphere,

The chatters, bickers of love we embrace

Lived through seasons in time and space.

Chapters ends as another begins,

Every page carries the ink of what we’ve lost and gained,

The images fades but the memories remains,

Like Haines pictured in the sun and rain.

Echoes of laughter sounding so loud,

Through the chaos and the rough plowed,

Though some deeds in the past we cannot acclaim,

Yet the memories we photographed and framed.