Smiles, tears and laughter
Flashbacks from the past
Yearbooks and banners
Old photographs
Old bikes from our youth
Tarnished and rusted
Old forty five records
That need to be dusted
Friends that we've forgotten
The one's we laid to rest
The one's we've kept in touch with
That we considered the best
Childhood memories
That we all treasure
They always remind us
Of what really gave us pleasure
Our past is not forgotten
It's safely tucked away
To be brought out every now and then
As we flashback to those days
9-10-18/RjH
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