Memories I Keep
Inside this little locket of mine I keep all my memories of old
childhood laughter shared with siblings, smiles of mom and dad
upon a floral bed of written words, a scribbled diary of gold
holding the treasures of a well lived life, a quiet story of youth
Inside the ocean of my mind swims the history of my days
high school dances that never were and dates that never trailed
sober with imagination I lived inside this tick tock amulet of mine
making up stories that brimmed with life and always kept time;
I danced with every star, and waltzed with every dusk lit moon
inside my room I was a trapped butterfly longing to be set free
and then the day came when love met me and I flew away
to a land of greener pasture where my heart could finally sing
A cameo, a broach, an heirloom of old, keeping me alive
that is what my heart is, this is how it feels, as I grow old
inside this little locket called my heart I keep all my memories
although my youth has slipped away like yesterday's flurries,
I keep each memory inside my trinket heart, all fire and soul
arteries and vessel, all pumping with life and all, very good.
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