Literature
Half-Penny Thought
Youre a half-penny thought in the back of my mind,
just a whimsy, a waste of a fragment of time.
Youre a telephone number I forgot to write down;
youre the least of my worries, the last in a line
of a long list of wishes Ive wished for.
Yes, your voice is a song that I hum now and then,
not for long, just for fun, never starting again
round and round in my head, nowhere near my top ten,
this refrain wont remain, when its over - Amen
just a tune that I once mightve danced to.
Youre a memory, fading, a faraway sound
hardly there, barely heard, just a wisp on the wind
like a melody play