Poem Number 3757

the glass

sometimes we look at pictures and remember people we once knew,
and at first glance our hearts are saddened and sink alittle,
memories start flowing like water from a spicket,
people places and things that will never be real again,
except in our minds,
but then joy is the glass under the fawcet,
filling and and then overflowing,
filling our hearts and minds,
and drowning us,
people come and go in our lives everday,
smiles that etch themselfs into our souls,
and let us no we're not alone,
even in our darkest hour,
so smile everday,
to everyone you know
and fill there glass

-------
Sweet ..Take Care