ON MY WALL
Those teenage years below mango trees
there was always something fun to share
while warm and gentle was the breeze
where are those days when we had no care?
For many an hour, secret dreams we told
whether it was morning noon or night
giggles and blushes were never controlled
sharing love letters in the fading light.
As years went by and each went our own way
neither seeing nor hearing from each other
till decades later that fortunate day
through Facebook we friended one another.
Will virtual friendship be rebuilt brick by brick?
Or slowly burn low like a candle wick.
