Greater things have happened,
Greater things we've got,
But all that remains is,
Your memories and your thoughts.
But who will you remember,
A strange thought i've got,
And as I think of it is,
It isn't what we sought.
The days of golden ages are gone,
Together when they stood,
And now a time has come that,
They question it, who would?
And now with only starring eyes,
With a hint of doubt they see,
With such an input to their minds,
What memories they will be!
So now I gather my nearer ones,
And put them all in shape,
That we'll experience what they failed,
Their relationships just gaped.
A laughter that is always grand,
Such memories we will store,
So time never comes, that we we'll stand,
LIKE STRANGERS AT THE DOOR...
ARSHAJ GAIKWAD
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangers-at-the-door/
