Memories Made
I walk down memory lane
for nothing remains the same
new ones born
old ones die
life passes us by
new ones arrive
some move on
ever changing
perpetual motion
school days gone
children grew up
grandchildren arrive
retirement here
time ran fast
many memories made
precious in old age
for what the future holds
no one knows
glad to be part
of that memory
for a season, a reason
or a lifetime.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2019
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