Memory

Midnight,
not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory.
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight,
the withered leaves
collect at my feet.
And the wind
begins to moan.

 Memory,
all alone in the moonlight.
I can smile at the old days,
life was beautiful then.
I remember
the time I knew what
happiness was.
Let the memory
live again.
Every street lamp
seems to beat
a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters
and a street lamp gutters
and soon it will be morning. 

Daylight,
I must wait for the sunrise.
I must think of a new life
and I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes,
tonight will be
a memory too.
And a new day
will begin.

Burnt out ends of
smoky days,
The stale cold smell
of morning,
The street lamp dies,
another night is over;
another day is dawning. 

Touch me,
It's so easy to leave me.
All alone with my mem'ry
of my days in the sun.
If you touch me,
you'll understand what
happiness is.

Look a new day has begun.