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Memories Lost
Slowly a little bit each day
So I won’t notice their passing
Thoughts and dreams drift away
To a time when I was younger
Try to remember the small corner store
Where I bought candy for a penny
And won a prize for guessing the number of jellybeans
In a jar by the pop machine
Nothing comes back
And I wonder where they went
Jimmy and his collection of marbles
Jenny and her pretty pink dress
I thought was so glamorous
A wind swept them away
Does anyone know who I was
Before the old lady who looks like my mother
Began to stare at me in the mirror
Maybe growing old means we become memorials
For those who stayed in our yesterdays
While we remain lost
In a today that makes no sense
Copyright ©
linda eide
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