Memories
As the sands of time slip through my fingers,
I sit and think, and my thoughts just linger.
About times that were good, and times that were bad,
And about fun times that were yet to be had.
I think about the dreams we shared,
And the times in life when we had not cared,
About this or that or anything else,
And all we needed was ourselves.
I remember the times we walked on beaches,
And when we ate those fresh hand-picked peaches.
I remember the nights in London and Rome.
And of course all the nights we spent at home.
With all the things that you gave,
And with all the memories you did pave,
The path leading to your soul and heart,
So with you I would not part.
TBC March 6, 1998
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