NNAMDI NDU
REMEMBERING OLD TIMES
The grasses are all brown now
The trees have lost their leaves
To freckles and wither
The roses gave their bloom
The gentle moist wind
Has grown harsh with dust
But even if it's for memory's sake
I remember that once it was not like this
Laughter have transformed to cries
Those shared days
Remain only as monuments
Lining the streets of these lonely days
The kisses of lovers
Have become the unkempt kids of the widow
But even if it's for memory's sake
I remember that once it was not like this
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