What’s in a memory tucked away in ones mind? A marginal delight till the end of time. What’s in a thought that last only a moment? A treasure like gold stored away in ones mind. What’s in a dream that last only at night? A fragment of slumber till dawns early light?
What’s in a heart that beats so violent? Ice cream and cake, or bouquets of violets. What’s in a kiss, it makes one wonder? It arouses one’s soul like roaring thunder.
What’s in a smile from some distant friend? A time to remember over and over again.
What’s in a lifetime of one hundred years? A treasure of love, laughter and tears.
What’s in a hug from you, for me? Just think what it means and it’s always free.
Charles N. Norman