Catching Snowflakes
Catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue.
Fleeting memories of when I was young
Tubing down rivers, fishing for bass
Going to drive-ins with some lovely lass.
They all swirl about me, some more and some less.
Each one of them part of my lost youthfulness.
And now that I’m older, new memories I’ll make
But not at the expense of the ones I’d forsake.
Disowning the future to be once again young
And keep catching snowflakes on the tip of my tongue
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