remember

Remember

In the comfort of the night

In the city, buzzing full of sight

I lay down my weary head

Asleep in my bed

Only to dream of years that are past

In the light of the moon that is cast

I dream of sweltering summers

The romance of past lovers

I dream of good and bad

I dream of happy and sad

For my life ahead is a mystery

My past is history

When I look back at that time

As my mother read my favourite nursery rhyme

Tears swelled in my eyes

And began to fall to my surprise

I never knew I’d miss those times

 Of colourful nursery rhymes

Then I woke with a start

With great joy in my heart

So I went back to sleep

With a precious memory to keep

Young Poet