Memories - Poem by Samuel Thor
As days go by and sunsets go,
as the leaves fall, and the rivers of time flow,
let us in reverence remember the years gone past,
and the memories of the good times that went too fast.
How many first flowers on that first day of spring,
and how many Robyn’s first song heard us sing?
Or how many first leaf felled, of first frost have we seen?
And in how many beautiful summers and places have we been?
Though good times lie in the past, great times lie ahead;
look not to the past, but to the future instead.
I hope when you do look back you’ll remember me some,
and I hope we have many memorable times to come.
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