Greater things have happened, <br />Greater things we've got, <br />But all that remains is, <br />Your memories and your thoughts. <br />But who will you remember, <br />A strange thought i've got, <br />And as I think of it is, <br />It isn't what we sought. <br /> <br />The days of golden ages are gone, <br />Together when they stood, <br />And now a time has come that, <br />They question it, who would? <br />And now with only starring eyes, <br />With a hint of doubt they see, <br />With such an input to their minds, <br />What memories they will be! <br /> <br />So now I gather my nearer ones, <br />And put them all in shape, <br />That we'll experience what they failed, <br />Their relationships just gaped. <br />A laughter that is always grand, <br />Such memories we will store, <br />So time never comes, that we we'll stand, <br />LIKE STRANGERS AT THE DOOR...<br /><br />ARSHAJ GAIKWAD<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strangers-at-the-door/
