Tag: memories

Tune in to Good Times

When I was a little boy,
I didn’t have a favorite toy.
What I did have was a radio.
Turning the dial
was something memorable
when I wanted to forget about it all.

Johnny Cash kept me company.
Sam Cooke had me singing.
When I searched for inspiration,
I tuned in to a local station
and drift off with my imagination.

Going through my stuff
I finally found where it was.
Without it this whole time,
it came back into my life.
Dusting it off and closing my eyes,
I turned the dial and reminisced on good times.

Another round of Memories

In the company of January’s silence,

I raise a glass in remembrance

to who I used to be.

Drunk off flashbacks,

I timidly raise a glass—

Another round of memories.

 

Here’s to the smiles I’ve lost

and all the pain I’ve caused—

I raise my glass to you.

To all the future misadventures

and other endeavors

I’m about to do.

 

May the years of mistakes

show me a better way

to be the ideal me.

Let me fill this glass again—

happiness, sadness…Fill it to the brim!

Another round of memories

please?

Asphalt River

Leaves begin to scatter—

scraping across the asphalt.

The sound of a river

coursing through my street.

Swirling

Churning

Ebbing with the wind

I wish I can toss my memories into the current

but they will eventually

find their way back to me.

 

Traveling to Evergreen

There’s a place where the river can be mistaken for a field.
Its green so pristine, emeralds shine every foot and fathom.
When the wind blew, it would bend
the watery knolls in its wake.
I have never seen such clouds—
mistaking it for Dragon’s Breath.
Forming dense patches,
my curiosity taunts me
to reach for it.
The slopes never touched the sky
as if unworthy for heaven.
It made the dangerous
faces so inviting.
There were no trees, but this place
radiated life.
Tucked away and untouched
by civilization, my peace.
When the time comes
to move on from this world,
I would love to go there again.
This place of Evergreen.