A Forgotten Old Song.

On a beautiful Sunday afternoon, I was a singing an old song,

About a pretty lilac blooms, and a rose that grows long,

What a warm feeling they give, like a blanket of spring,

Or like the laughter of children, when they are busy playing.

I took a sip of an expensive wine, while looking at the sky,

On my dad's '77 Camero, as the time just passed by,

It put me in tears, that the old song is forgotten, like some memories that just die.

I was inspired by the mixed feelings one could have when they listen to an old song that reminds them of the past memories.