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Our Memories
We remember harvesting roses-with their petals nice and thick
but, forget the times their thorns our finger they did prick
We remember all the sunny days
even the rainy ones we remember with a romantic haze
We remember going fishing by a creek or lake
Yet, forget about not catching any to fry or bake
Our memories are like an old photo album that we review
snap shots of the fun times we have lived through
Sometimes a bad memory returns stronger than 30 year old Glenlivet
But, with time we are blessed not to relive it
In "Citizen Kane" his last word was not about anyone of flesh and blood
but, about missing his old good time companion "rosebud".
but, forget the times their thorns our finger they did prick
We remember all the sunny days
even the rainy ones we remember with a romantic haze
We remember going fishing by a creek or lake
Yet, forget about not catching any to fry or bake
Our memories are like an old photo album that we review
snap shots of the fun times we have lived through
Sometimes a bad memory returns stronger than 30 year old Glenlivet
But, with time we are blessed not to relive it
In "Citizen Kane" his last word was not about anyone of flesh and blood
but, about missing his old good time companion "rosebud".
Published 30th Jul 2021
Author's Note
I wrote this back in 4/2015.
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