It’s all coming back to me Fond memories of yesteryears Buried for decades, All aiming for the spotlight It is as if they never happened I never lived that part of my life We make memories but some memories die They are buried But if they get lucky When the path is revisited They resurrect They come alive again They breathe again
When you are old and grey, They become treasures Nuggets of wisdom Roadmap for them that come after The stories we tell The hope we pass on The feelings of regret we still carry The blueprints we leave behind Memories, they form like ice in the winter And when summer comes they melt They flow away Someday, they will flow back to you The walk down memory lane.
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