Sonnet, The Melody Lingers On

The melody of the song that lingers on To faraway places that were born once, When the time and the places gave us bunce For each day is like contest or argon; There is magnetic force from the tones drawn That can linger on for days and for months, Both of which are in harmony and uns In what is to come and what has forgone. If a tune's sweet and tender to new ways It can bring recollections that were lost, And it may shed a new light to the past; There are moments in the forthcoming days That become like the sand corns or the dust, If we do not let their memories last.