A simple silver heart; a simple band of gold
Given to some one, from another passing by
 A token gift of old

Life speeds up and then it drags along
Until all at once it suddenly speeds on by
 And than it is gone

Always meaning to right all our Wong’s
But, yet forgotten
Forgetting the words to every song

While looking through my belongings just the other day
I found a simple little note
With some simple little things attached to it
 
With several strips of transparent tape
Two penny’s, a little silver cross
And what looked to be a gumball ring

As I begun to read aloud this note
Of luck and love 
I began to sob so uncontrollably

I had to put it down and wipe my tears away
But, yet somehow it always ended up in front of me
This happened for several days

I knew this note O’ so well, for early on in our relationship
It meant more to me, then you will ever know
I had all but, forgotten it; your soul 

Until I verbalized those first few sentences
 ”Your words, not mine”
Then as a hot and glowing poker, from the fire
I was withdrawn

The steam finally vented from me
 Why did these things you wrote to me
Have no more place in thee?

Why am I a memory to you? 
And why are you, but a dream too me? 
You expressed yourself so cleverly way back when, and then

Now why all of this mystery?

But, yet worse then this
 Is the silence in your eyes and
The words that will not speak; no, not one wink

The wheat penny, that is worth more than a single cent;  you were…
You are worth more then gold to me; even much more than platinum, you truly are!

The other penny  a  little stamping of JFK right behind the President
You said: “I would always have some one standing  right beside  of me”
But, yet I stand alone and still