An old photo

An old photo. Faded and yellowish,
It reminds a flower that’s faded away,
It reminds her of the love that’s gone,
Of the days he was around. And now
She’s convinced that life’s no easy ride,
If you’re week and blue and don’t strive
Don’t fight the toubles, you’re doomed
And ignoring the emotions, you dive
Into the routine of your everyday life,
Abandoning the sadness of your sentiments,
And forgetting those who’ve left a trace
In your fragile soul. Though she can’t erase
Those memorable days. Now she will face
The reality of life, tough and frustrating,
And through the troubles she’s grown tough,
When she’s blue can tell her heart “enough”.

(Based on my novel)


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