So we can walk
WE can talk
We can smileAnd laugh
We can walk down a green path.
We can sing our songs,
And do no wrong,
We can joke,
Lean againest an oak.
You smile and laugh,
The moment is gaffe.
Like a playful kiss,
Gone amiss.
The moment is lost,
Like a poem by Robert Frost,
No more than a mist.
And its done
And its gone
Forgotten but remembered
Lost and forgotten
Found and remmbered
Loved and hated
new and out dated
Perfectly
Imperfect
