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Memories


Memories

 

As I flip through all the scrapbooks of mine,

I ask myself where all of the years went,

Reminds me of when ev’rything was fine,

Not thinking about how my day would be spent.

Many of the days flew by really fast,

While others went slow and were very long,

But all of those days are over at last,

Leaving memories of nothing that’s wrong.

I realized that people come and go,

Just like how seasons go from hot to cold,

And up until now is all that you know.

Today is the day, stand up and be bold.

By looking back, I was able to see,

Just what the memories had made me, me.

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