Time has told me
I get old
We get old
The mind is not what your told
You forget
all the things you try
to remember you forget
on that
the other day
a lot before this day
we held each other
do you remember that day
I wish you hold me now

your warmth against me
and how that played with my mind
I was not all you wanted
me to be
But LOved you
you seem
Then I to know that your life played me.




p@ul.  ***.