When you live somewhere <br />for a very long-time, <br />street corners gather memories, <br />friendly memories <br />you can say Hi to everyday. <br />They are memories <br />of your progress through life. <br />Memories of important events <br />that moulded and shaped our lives. <br />Therefore, whenever <br />we pass the corners <br />our friendly memories <br />are always there to say <br />have a nice day <br /> <br /> <br />(12 November 2007)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/have-a-nice-day-4/
