I sit and wonder
against the glass
ambrosia of love
so tough to hold
the walls of my heart
pressed in memories
between the pages
of a forgotten book
pictures in my mind
the long road home
I wonder ….
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile,
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile.
Forget unkind words I have spoken;
Remember some good I have done.
Forget that I ever had heartache
And remember I've had loads of fun...