Sometimes I get just a sniff <br />A whiff of a memory <br />A time or a place <br />Of people <br />A Face <br />I might be reminded <br />Of a moment gone by <br />By a song <br />Or a sound <br />Just the feeling around <br />It might be the taste <br />Of some food or a wine <br />Hearing distant laughter <br />Or a car going by <br />It could be a picture <br />Or the tone of a voice <br />Like a cool gentle breeze <br />And my eyes become moist <br />Sometimes just a sniff <br />A whiff of a day <br />Is all that I need <br />And I feel OK <br />For today are the memories <br />I’ll have tomorrow <br />There’ll be more joy <br />And a lot less sorrow <br />A sniff of the days <br />That have long since past <br />Will always be there <br />And will last <br />And so if I seem <br />A little displaced <br />When my eyes have glazed over <br />And I stare into space <br />It’s not that I’m sad <br />Or thinking “What if”? <br />I really am fine <br />It’s just a sniff.<br /><br />Scarborough Gypsy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-a-sniff/
