Writing is the Painting of the Voice - Voltaire

As winter befalls and my time has come To bid adieu and farewell to you, As my golden days have fallen short And my ripening time has approach When the autumn years have tested me Pray, here i would to you; Come closer lest you'll mesh up With thoughts i would implore of you. My wishes pen beneath the scars and wounds Hidden,undiscovered and unheard off, Of hopes and dreams i behold Those close to the hearts of mine Gone and abandon were those Yet of now my sincere wish "Remember to SMILE every moment" Let your wrinkles tells the story Of memories that took your breathe away Let those wrinkles be of reminder that You are loved and have lived life to the full..