Memory

Memory by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2020 I know I’m looking elderly I know I’m growing old I know my skin, is getting paper thin and in winter, lets in the cold But if you ask how old I am except for the aches and pains I am as young, as I always was here, in my memory, and my brain Even if I can’t remember it the life I lived is still there it’s remembered by those who knew me and a family who love and care So, one day, when my time has come and I move on, to what may be then my friends, and my family will think of, and remember me. By Bob Moore