I remember

Were I to dream,

then dream I would

of days that have gone by.

Your eyes would gleam

and so would mine,

but joys remembered are no longer mine.

I walk in a garden of memory,

reliving the joys and the sorrows as well.

I walk with a cane down memory lane,

perhaps there, joys remembered will remain.

Perphaps when my hair has turned to gray

and my face is etched with pain,

I'll walk with a cane down memory lane.

Perphaps there, joys remembered will remain.