The Old Tree

Man:Do you remember the old maple tree The one off olive street The one were we played under its shade as kids The one were I broke my leg from falling out of its strong branches The one were we went when are patents made us play outside The one that we climbed The one we had are first picnic at The one that we carved are names into The one were we had are first kiss The one we were married under The one are child now played under The one you fainted underneath The one we kissed are child off to college under The one that we found out we were grandparents under Woman:No I don't remember any of that. I don't really remember you Every day my memory fades as I get older Just like the leaves slowly fade away from the strong tree branches. So every time I forget you take me back to the tree and I shall remember the days of us under the old maple tree.