Memories 1

It’s sad when I think back and try to remember, I know
we were best friends, my mind tells me so, but it
plays tricks on me now.

I would like to remember, but memories have faded over
the years, a sign of growing older I guess.
I refuse that thought, It means I’m on
my way to being old, and I know that can’t be.

But life carries on, one step at a time and I do remember
being friends, but now just someone I know, an
acquaintance, with a family, kids, grand kids.

I now have memories from not so long ago which
I share with friends and family whose
memories grow old like mine,
till we come to the end.


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