MEMORIES


Memories.

Like puffs of clouds up in the sky

And like clouds memories sometimes make me cry,

For days past and gone.

I wonder why memories make you long

For different times.

When everything appeared

To run in straight lines.

It was all good,

And if I could

I would go back.

Go back to playing

Go back to laying in the sun

Go back to all that childish fun.

But now I am old.

And not so bold as I used to be.

Not with a tennis elbow

And an arthritic left knee.

So I just remember and see

Those special places.

Those younger faces

And the games we had.

And I feel sad.

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