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.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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