A walk down memory lane

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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