Memories

Into immortal mirrors

We look 

Binding our eternal books 

Meditating                               

Lost in holy dreams 

Thinking about
Things or people 

Life or Death has took 

Some we may forget
Or overlook 

But never those who shined like 

Morning sunshine
On dam or brook 

For true love or friendship

When finally hooked 

Can never be mistaken or shook 

But simply used as binding paper 

In your eternal memory book

(C)
Copyright John Duffy