Thursday, May 1, 2008

Poem: The Last Which Last

Moment being spent after a year,
With that particular person, that particular smile.
A familiar stranger, when both are together,
Due to the ages which fly.
One out of two they have been meeting each other,
Treasure the time together, before he is to fly.
The first was awkward, second was fine,
Third was better, and fourth was great.
The best and the worst of all, is the seventh,
The very last outing since the time has come.
Mixture of emotions being stirred,
Creating an unexplainable taste.
A very fine moment which last,
Till he is once back again.
Another year to spend online and cell phones,
In order to communicate.
Still, it is believed to last till the very last,
Before they are to see each other again, face to face.