Forgotten Paths of Yore
Oft I wandered in my mind,
Through memories green like summertime.
Traveling forgotten paths of yore,
To places that I’ve been before.
To cities bright, to country roads,
To every place I use to know.
My highways turn to dusty paths,
that thread and weave into my past.
I ponder stops along the way,
To visit friends of yesterday.
Reliving sights and sound and song,
This journey of my life so long.
Till journey’s end now seems my fate,
I now return to present date.
And look ahead to what’s in store,
And leave forgotten paths of yore.
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