Memory of Moments ,sonnet

Why are you making a collection of bygone

Some matters are deep no doubt some dim 

For sure, for sure with the beauty of  fawn 

I never let a single petal from flower to trim

The wealth of joy for me always  to receive 

The cure for me always  to all woe n stress

You took  them today to vanish all grieve  

While ruling a world, they appear O' yes 

I can see flying to skies, with turning wings 

So strong some are, some are though frail

The sound to the soul, a sound of the strings

The way I used to win, the way I went trail 

So dear to me, to you some are rare 

In all memories, contentment is to compare