The Little Pink Purse

The twinkling city of lights
Friends frolicking, always a delight
Toured the land of fancy toons
Up and down the hilly cocoons

Gazed at the tall buildings perched into the sky
Invading the tranquil heavens with structures high!
Basked in the quiet of the hot bay sun
Dinners and brunches were good fun

Dangling eve lights bedazzled the azure streets
Whilst we danced and rejoiced over chic beats
Smiles a many, frowns none
Remembrance left, still some

All was good till the chimes echoed on me
The good ol’ times of happiness and glee…
Shopped a lot, trinkets and what not
Something was amiss, may be that one little wish…

Glanced at the purses, looked for that one
You know that tiny pink one with frills some
Pink purses there were few
But that one I guess was passé’ just like you

Rightly called fragrance harbour indeed…
Good ol’ redolence, o’ boy did I need?
Visiting the city of your first grand felicitation
A gala visit outside of our nation

Still proud of you and the little souvenir for me you got
The purse may be ex attire, memories certainly are not…
Alighted the ferry for the journey back
Consumed with a feeling of incompleteness as I pack

Langsyne, yet
The cherished memories make me smile as I leave the harbour
True - Sweet memories override all memories sour…

-Ships