Sometimes it will be a song that we used to sing
Or to a place where the good times we would bring
When you walk outside and breathe in the fresh air
Knowing that it will be alright in the sunshine fair
Maybe it's the wagging doggy's tail you remember so
As you open the front door after being on the go
But most of all it is the people that you love
Being with them and those looking down from above.
And I get a little sentimental about all these things
When I think about them and the tear to my eye it brings.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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