An Old Man Speaks

I am afraid of unknown death

Not of me but memories instead,

Memories of time we spent

Happiness and sadness on which life fed,

Moments we both spent together

When age was young and dreams had feather,

Wishing we could meet once more

Sharing memories we had in store,

Body dies but soul doesnot

Every moment is a lesson taught,

Someday we will meet again

In different times with different names,

Yet we will recognise what lies deep

A faded feeling of old meet,

Like energy we wouldn't end

Changing forms every second.