My first car was something
I never would have had
If not for my uncle
Who sure made me glad
He charge me two hundred
For what was worth more
I spit and I polished
I made very sure
This car was so sparkly
It shined from my work
I so proudly drove it
While driving to work
It got me to places
I would never had gone
It gave me no trouble
But now since it’s gone
I long for the old car
That was very first
It seems every one since
Oh was so just worse
It may be my memory
Is shaded because
It was so the first car, I had
So because, I may put it higher
Than those that came since
But not many since it
Has really convinced
Me that they could better
My first car you see
Is first in my memory
So guess you can see
Sometimes expectations
Are raised fairly high
And nothing compares since
At least in my eye
The old days seem better
The farther you go
Down life’s path I gather
And sure you will know
If you try relive those
Days that are past
When you try relive them
Your memory won’t last
You’ll find out that memories
Might so clouded be
When you try relive them
So different be
So looking back now
On my past fifty years
So many of memories
Seem very clear
But when I relive them
With people from past
My memories don’t seem as vivid or last
To them cause my past
Is not important to them
As it was to me
The things dear in my mind
Are trivial you see
At least so in their mind
Because they don’t hold
My memories as dear cause
Other’s they hold
So friend when you have a sweet memory of
Something in your past just
Remember this poem
Remember not always
The memories held
Are truthful because you
Embellish them still
Each time to relive that old memory you
Add things that may not have
So really been true
The older we get seems
More old memories come
And we feel much better
Was then but will come
Yes they’ll come a day
If you live long enough
The things of today
Will be memory come
Yes when I’m 100
Sure then I will say
My memories at 50
Much better I’ll say
But if I reach 100
All memory could be gone
I eat all my oatmeal then not remember at all
I guess I will try to
Not live in the past
I’ll try to live daily
And not let memory last
I’ll try to make each day
More memorable still
Than day that preceded
And someday I will
Say I lived a life that
Each day improved
That each day was better
That old days were too
I hope when you read this
That memories jog
But that you make much more ones
So later when jog
You have many good ones
And so many more
Before your life’s over
And open the door
The door to eternity
You do go through
I so better stop this
Long poem or you
Will have a bad memory
Of this that I wrote
You’ll say it’s oh so too long
And that it’s a joke
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2000 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
