A simple silver heart; a simple band of gold
Given to some one, from another passing by
A token gift of old
Life speeds up and then it drags along
Until all at once it suddenly speeds on by
And than it is gone
Always meaning to right all our Wrongs
But, yet forgotten
Forgetting the words to every song
While looking through my belongings just the other day
I found a simple little note; of love that was tossed away
With some simple little things attached to it yet still today
With several strips of yellowed transparent tape
Two penny's, a little silver cross
And what looked to be a gum-ball ring
As I begun to read aloud this note
Of luck and love
I began to sob, so uncontrollably
I had to put it down and wipe my tears away
But, yet somehow it always ended up in front of me
This happened for several days
I knew this note O’ so well, for early on in our relationship
It meant more to me, then you will ever know
I had all but, forgotten it; your soul
Until I verbalized those first few sentences
”Your words, not mine” from another time
Then as a hot and glowing poker, from the fire
I was withdrawn
The steam it finally vented from me
Why did these things you wrote to me
Have no more place in thee?
Why am I a memory to you?
And why are you, but a dream too me?
You expressed yourself so cleverly way back when, and then
Now suddenly why, all of this mystery?
But, yet worse then this, and still
Is the silence in your eyes, and you
The words you will not speak; no, not one wink
The wheat penny, that is worth more than a single cent; you were…
You are worth more then gold to me
Even much more than platinum, you truly are!
The other penny a little stamping of JFK right behind the President
You said: “I would always have some one standing right beside of me”
But yet, I stand alone and still