Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Mists of Memories

Family and friends that you know,
fading memories that go slow;
the slow hazing of a person's mind,
those that are thought of in kind.
Stories changed as time goes by,
remembering clearly is a sigh;
physical ailments begin to set in,
thinking that this is such a sin.
I can remember when i was young,
full of strength and so much fun;
wasn't anything i couldn't do,
now thinking back makes me blue;
thoughts and feeling i have now,
to the younger generation i do bow.
Embrace life and never let go,
for memories are the jewls, you know.
So when you get as older as me,
mists of memories is what you see.