Most of them
Resides only in memories,
In flashes of days gone by,
Days of youth and vigor.
As time removes them
From this world,
Edging them closer
And closer to the next,
The tighter and tighter
I hold them in my heart.
There, they will remain
Young and alive,
Ageless as I want them to be.
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