The Past
A loving place where I did once dwell
but will never be allowed to return
You are the spring that feeds the stories I tell
the keeper of the things that I have learned
Each step I take is filled with memories
from a life that I once knew
Every smell from flower and tree
pulls my thoughts back to you
There in those backyards of my memories
I recall my pledge from so long ago
That I will remain open and free
and cling to youth and never let go
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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