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?
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