Memories Lost

Slowly a little bit each day So I won’t notice their passing Thoughts and dreams drift away To a time when I was younger Try to remember the small corner store Where I bought candy for a penny And won a prize for guessing the number of jellybeans In a jar by the pop machine Nothing comes back And I wonder where they went Jimmy and his collection of marbles Jenny and her pretty pink dress I thought was so glamorous A wind swept them away Does anyone know who I was Before the old lady who looks like my mother Began to stare at me in the mirror Maybe growing old means we become memorials For those who stayed in our yesterdays While we remain lost In a today that makes no sense