A Memory

How precious these things.... Truth be told... Money nor gold, but memories we hold For, neither money nor gold, can buy a memory Truth be told How sweet the moment... Holding your first born child Forever etched Heaven sent Angst and pain... A passing... A joy... The memories of youth... The falling rain... Birth of a boy.... Money cannot buy.... The memories... Of our lives passing by Times go by... Loved ones die Yet a memory... Will stay... Music too Filling the heart Affecting you This time is now passed It cannot be... But a distant memory You want it to last It cannot be I have in my heart So much... So full I feel it will spill Like my tears But the time is passed How I wish I could it last I have in my heart My memories... Truth be told, money nor gold Can buy Ever... These things I hold You may say such things have gone This is not so.... For, they live in my heart They have never gone away Such a burden to carry Such things... It is what makes me Who I am Memories... Don't you see?