Your Song

YOUR SONG


So have you ever noticed
how the sky can turn so gray?
Or how in Autumn all the
leaves abruptly go their way?

How often have you felt the
wind turn bitter in your face?
Or loved a song that disappeared
and never left a trace?

Or have you read a book that
had the last page torn away?
Or turned around to greet the
Sun,  but found a rainy day?

I don't suppose you ever
have, nor that you ever will!
'Cause if you had then there's a
chance, perhaps, you'd be here still...

          .  .  .  .  .

No, you would never notice
Gray, 'cause You are all you see.
And Autumn has "those chilly
months"- no place for YOU to be.

You don't do books, 'cause that detracts
time better spent with YOU!
And no sun casts a light
as bright as just your smile can do!

You prob'ly won't remember
me or how I loved you so!
Nor give a second thought to
our small life you chose to throw...

But what the hell, Life has its
pace, in spite of you or me.
It flies with or without us,
rather as you flew from me!

              So,

I know you'll never give these
words the chance to reach your ears,
but I hope someday you find
your song!
             
          And then it disappears!