As the Ferris wheel spins
I touch my necklace and grin
I dance with the stars
Sit down and write my memoir
Translucent like water drops
Hope they don’t just plop
Vapid and empty sentiments
We used to be lovers once
Stunning pictures in a grid
Don’t come again, God forbid
Trip to the moon and back
Please don’t ever come back
Seems like a dream this trip
The one you did was such a gyp

For: Writing Prompt #132 and Wordle #224
Memories are a real trip and delight – and dreams without gyp are always the best
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thanks, Jae Rose 🙂 enjoy the rest of your Sunday ❤
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Ah, memories, most good but some best forgotten. Nice write Lady Lee.
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thanks, Keith 🙂
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Nicely penned. 🙂
-HA
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thanks, HA 🙂
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How well you pictured the exhilaration in this poem, such as what memories are made of.
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cheers, oldegg 🙂
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Enjoyed this, and I had to smile at the end 🙂
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cheers, Misky 🙂 glad it made you smile at the end!
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Interesting poem full of life and how true … once the story is over – the memories are often proof of the pudding.
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thanks, Georgia 🙂
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A lovely poem sharing an interesting story of memories and regrets but humour makes it all digestible:)
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cheers, Oliana 🙂
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Hit the road Jack! Better off. Like this a lot!
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hehehe won’t you come back no more. cheers! 🙂
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Cheers!!
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