THE OLD MEMORIES

Things happen in life,

And they become memories,

Whether good or bad,

Whether sweet or sour,

Can’t be ignored,

Sometimes, it makes us cheer,

Sometimes makes us dismal,

It reminds us of love,

It reminds us of hate,

It tells the truth of relations,

With or without satisfactions,

Memories are the daily soaps,

Reminds us of some fairy hopes,

Whatever happens in  present,

Does not look interesting,

And when time goes by,

It becomes nostalgic,

What we called as memories,

The old memories….