It seems each year I age
I do walk, more down this path
And many times I go there
I cry, more than I laugh
Because so many memories
Are of those, who have gone before
And the older that I get
There are more memories, of before
But I do have happy memories
And I try to think much of
Of those, yes happy times I had
With those who have gone, that I love
Yes memory lane gets longer
Each year I age, it does
But at least I have my memory
And I have not traveled to above
By Ronald Gainsford
© 2001 Ronald Gainsford
BY RGAI
