Past Memories
As I look at this world we live in,
I try to remember the way it used to be.
The past comes back as memories,
And in my mind, the past I clearly see.
I remember growing up in the country
Where our neighbors were like family.
We would play hide-n-seek way past dark
Hiding behind every pine tree!
We didn't sit in front of a computer,
Or post on "Facebook" what we were going to do
We rolled up our jeans and we went outside,
And rode our bikes through a mud-puddle or two!
These are the memories embedded in my soul
Friends made will always live in my heart.
I will cherish the past that I lived,
For, of me, it will always be a part!
Copyright © Sherry Smith | Year Posted 2012
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