Tuesday, February 12, 2008

When I Think of The Day

When I think of the day

My heart grief for the lost in round

You never stopped remind me

It’s not the gift that matters but the honor that counts

 

When I think of the day

The happiness I felt with orange in my taste

Your words still linger

Knowledge is all you crave

 

When I think of the day

The life ahead is not a wonderland

You give me trust to set my path

The choice of life is in your hand

 

When I think of the day

You hold my hands in love and in pain

You bid me farewell you bid me goodbye

My tears shed for your last words in your eyes

3 comments:

Faizah said...

Salam kenal Rofi..nice poem..saya linkkan blog ni at flowerpower7879 ok..

silversarina said...

salam,

The poem is indeed a journey of life, day comes and goes together with joy and sorrow.... cheers!!

Anonymous said...

Salam Faiza & Silversarina,

Thanks for coming to this blog.

The poem is dedicated to my late dad.

Happy blogging!