The Old Camp Door

The old camp door has faded to grey, Every time I open it, I’m hit with memories of yesterdays, Just a young lad running totally free, Not a care in the world, and for the whole world to see, Times fly’s by with family and friends swimming in the lake, Then as each year passed one less person in the picture we would take, The old camp door still opens wide, Like that welcoming embrace I still love like a child, So many years gone by, I sit back and reminisce, We are still filling it with the memories that our life can give, The old camp door yes is faded by the sun, Yet it’s timeless in memories and still makes me feel young.