Sat alone listening to some old rhymes
and was looking through the sixth grade flip-book
that has some moments of life where
i always wanted to re-look
Seeing some torn papers in the cupboard
was trying to make a frame out of it
But some parts had gone along the wind
whose gaps is hard to refill it
Up there it was in the dusty mantel
lying lifelessly along with web around
One of those mementos which is still there
standing alongside some dead flies to surround
In a lonely corner stayed a cupboard with wrecked doors
but still hidden some very special thoughts
i stood there, paused breathe deep and opened
And found an old diary, i used to hide under the cots
took the half rotten diary and sat on armchair
glancing over the worn out past in the pages
But still it refreshed some sweet memories
that cant die even after all those fake ages