Thoughts of my childhood pass thru my mind
Loving memories that make me feel warm
Saddness follows as my shortcomings are there too
Why does a good thought always turn bad
I love my memories. Sometimes they seem to be all that I have
Memories of you, Memories of me
I've said it before and I'll say it again
This is not how I thought things would be
To & fro move the emotional ball
The pedulum of time and all that it carries with it
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