Simple Things

I do believe our memories are worth every moment we’ve shared with the people who’ve made a profound impact on our lives. However painful they may feel now, they’ll paint beautiful scenes in the landscape of our lives.

Simple Things

Old men sit and think of them before they leave this earth
The ordinary simple things that seem to have such worth
And how we overlook them as the days pass swiftly by
A look a touch the way she moved that made him want to cry
How he didn’t tell her that she smelled so fresh and clean
Or that the sunlight on her hair was the most profound scene
In every dream he dreamed of her since the last day they shared
And that it made a memory to which nothing else compared

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on May 9, 2011, in poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. This poem strikes a chord, Kay. It has a feel about it that tells me your insights go well beyond your young age and that you may have the fortune of a good, strong family.


    • I’ve found it very advantageous to be a good listener and I’ve been blessed with insight. Unfortunately, I did not have that good fortune.


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