On the wind The voices of the past Remind us of our triumphs Our failiures, loves and losses Those choices made That makes us, us
We all hear those whispers Of what we could have been And reminisce of time gone by Of hopes endured, dreams come true Or sorrows that forever live For people lost friends gone
These guiding spirits of the past Direct us onward down our paths They tell us what is our best course For happiness and contentment To reside with us forever more
May be Iām hitting my mid life crisis but thinking a lot more about my past and friends alive and not. I hope this melancholy lifts soon