An Untitled Rambling

And life wandered down the road
to find another year
as the darkness of the background fades
to see the dawn
where new friends wait to see
and old friends smile and stare
at the beauty of a person
who cares enough to speak
and understands the differences
of those unseen by ignorance
that she once sang songs
ovations to those hearts stung
to realise
that some-thing's are never meant to be
or measured under life
not wine…. women, friends or song
to realise that years or music never die
but always -
are reborn.