When time is running short,
and life is passing by.
Take a second look,
Look back and in memories you shall fly.
Between the love of a sweetheart,
the beauty of your first love.
How it was so wonderful and perfect,
until push came to shove.
Your memories continue,
of having your first child a son.
he sat thier crying in your arms,
Then he grew old in the long run.
The memories of your first gray hair,
Freaking out as you grew old.
Remeber those memories,
for when you pass away your memories fold.
away and packed forever,
kept with you for rest of time.
But never shall you forget,
when instead of hiding in life you did shine.
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