Old Memories
Old memories can come and go
some stay within, and some we share
quite when they come, we do not know
they often creep up, unaware.
Then, do we often wonder why
old memories can come and go
some make us laugh, some make us cry
all taken from our own tableau.
A smell, a taste, a movie show,
wet dogs, a cut, a bruise, a kiss;
old memories can come and go
along with folk you’ve lost and miss.
And all the love, or hurt, or pain
to be, or been; this you will know;
that as you age, you ascertain
old memories can come and go.
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