ISN'T IT FUNNY
 

Isn't it funny,
how some meaningless things,
remembered from the past,
can pull at your heart strings.

It could be a scent,
it might be the jasmine trees,
or freshly cut grass,
or pine with a gentle breeze.

It could be a sound,
the soft patter of rain,
ever so soft and steady,
as it hits your window pane.

It could be a train,
as it moves down the track,
the sound of forever,
never coming back.

Isn't it funny,
how these everyday things,
will long be remembered,
as a lonely heart sings.

The smell of fresh bread,
just being baked,
or the sound that is heard,
as the leaves are being raked.

These things from our past,
the ones we remember the best,
they bring back yesterday,
memories that are, so sweet, at rest.

Small things are what matter,
these things attach in our minds,
it is the simple little things,
that leave impressions, as the road winds.

Isn't it funny,
how some things can trigger so fast,
it seems out of nowhere,
something brings back the past.

The thoughts of wonder,
of our youth, of our start,
time so quickly runs away,
emotions, impossible to chart.

Isn't it funny,
of all the important days,
the things that stand out the most,
of small things, memory stays.

We all go through this,
as we go through the years,
to remember so vividly,
unable to hold back the tears.

Isn't it funny,
as our lives go on by,
we cling to such little things,
without even knowing why ?
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
May 25, 2003