I have many memories from many a year
some are sharp, some not so clear
some are happy, some bring a tear
there are thousands of people I have met
many I remember yet
some I wish I could forget
some had real style and grace
but their names I cannot place
there is only a smiling face
there are few events I regret
I have not gotten over them yet
some of them still make me fret
I don’t know why memory is this way
I think about it every day
it’s an issue I wish I could allay
it may be normal at my age
it’s something difficult to gauge
but something I wish I could assuage
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