My poetry: A Song

[alnair_tair]

 A song

And is like a thousand others

In the gray autumn day

Why does it stay with you?

The words repeated

The rythmn a cliche

Pop until the day I die.

But it touches the little moments of today

And it stays with you until night,

And it becomes something more

(for a moment in your memories).

We cannot avoid

These simple pleasures.