A sweet memory visits me
every now and then
It peckers on me with its dainty
peak like a white fluffy hen
It rolls all around me and leaves
marks like a pen
Then suddenly I find myself in a
memories filled den
Nostalgic memories that make
me feel like I am but ten
I marvel upon these memories as if
they were across a ben
I look at where I am and compare to
where I was then
I revel in the honey crusted
feelings that place me on a fen
Between a smile and a tear,
nostalgic memories play me like an
atenteben
Between a cloven certain and
hesitant yen,
Nostalgic memories drift back into
their bitter-sweet lem
And loom back into the sky to
decorate it like the wezen…
Spice
