by Kenneth E. Martin
Memories bring back thoughts of yesterday Places, times, and friends, that may be far away Little silly thoughts of somthing long ago Hopes and dreams of somewhere yet to go. Recall the color of the the sky or a twinkle in an eye The smell of sweet perfume or the sound of a baby's sigh. How the stars did sparkle on a warm summer night Perhaps the strangle of fear as mom turn's out the light. You never how, or what a memory will be For everything, is a memory, you see For good or bad the things that we do may make someone else's dream come true |
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