The Whistle

 The child's laughter The widest, the realest The joy is tangible Innocence spread all over So beautiful The child's cry The widest, the loudest  The tears, hot streams The cheeks can't stop the flow So painful  The grown man isn't as simple He's "hyper" when he's happy Yet, "not manly" when he cries The freedom of childhood He's been robbed of it "Child, enjoy! It's your best moment" Happy Children's Day!

 Memories! Memories!! Memories!!! All we have left After they've left Flashes of thoughts Of the good times The smiles shared  The hugs, the kisses Love really covers all flaws 'Cause immediately they're gone The times they wronged us Times we were badly hurt They all disappear  Love  Surpasses all reasoning Gives reason to living "Those who cry the most at the graveside are those that had things to say to the diseased but never said it" Love Say it! Show it!

 They said, "Life is short Show love while you can Enjoy every good moment with loved ones Cherish the time with family and friends" but "I'd cry much when you're gone I'd miss you a lot once you no more I won't remain the same if you leave The memories can't disappear " ---Seems not loving much pays then Less love, less pain