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.