YOUNG MEMORIES

YOUNG MEMORIES

Time is now young,

despite going by so fastly.

We are sharing our youth

like words streaming down

the pages of a new story

which is to be written.

Our voice is not wasted.

Conversations are soaring

over this lonely city

while talking at your side,

where loneliness is sometimes

the best friend

you can carry

your shoulders upon.


You have already opened


the door of your history

to my human soliloquy.

We are human friends

going now hand in hand

along this path of life.

Humans, just humans

who need sometimes people

to be people

like water needs an ocean

to be tide, ebb and flow.

As I need a friend,

as I need you

to be by my side.

And just remember:

memories are always young

when not fading away

from deep inside in our hearts.

Young friendship memories.

Forever young.