Holding onto what has gone,
Never ever letting go,
I'm told that life it does go on,
Memories of pure gold.
Living through those days in thoughts,
Happy were those moments then,
Feeling down and out of sorts,
Longing for my life again.
Just like it was when you were here,
Just to see you here with me,
Facing many lonely days,
I'm greatful for the memories.
Jayne Louise Davies
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