MORE MEMORIES

© RYAN GUILEY

I just want to grab you in the town,

Staring in your eyes of baby brown,

I want more memories in my head,

A lovely evening in your dress of red.

 

I know that you want the same,

As you want me to call your name,

Do I ever miss every single day,

Never should of this been the way.

 

The loneliness and the heart aches,

In the morning, alone as I awake,

Another day just goes on by,

No one to greet me and say “Hi”.

 

The photo album is just blank,

Our children will not thank,

For the lost times in their lives,

As they need the ambition and drive.

 

Their the ones who will lose in size,

When they get older they will realize,

As we need to form and shape them,

As you can’t patch years from a torn hem.

 

We are just wishfully thinking,

But they are missing the linking,

Of development and being loved,

I will not allow anyone to be shoved.

 

They will prolong this to we are grey,

As there goes the month of May,

And then June will go so fast,

As they will never let this to pass.

 

Trust me, they are in it for themselves,

As dust is getting heavy on the shelf,

This is not a complicated matter,

Only one way to climb the ladder.