We meet…
And it’s a pleasure
From a handshake to a hug,
From an eye-induced embarkment
To a ladened bon voyage.
In a smile-embraced encounter
A melody in tune,
Some soon to be nostalgia in
A memory collage.
Defeat is not a measure
To consider in our world.
It’s a place reserved for
others
Who’ve forgotten how to win.
As we stand at the finish
line
And savor victory,
We look toward another
contest
And remember where we’ve
been.
And when the day is over
And the music fades away,
When angels call to glory
And our story starts anew,
I’ll write you one more love
song
As the light begins to dim
To tell you one last time
It was a pleasure loving you.
No comments:
Post a Comment