Memories Poem by Derick Grey
Memories
I mis frends, i mis old days the hey days, yestdae.
Sweet old companions, my stress killers.
The air to my lungs My motivators with them i was in seventh heaven.
My life will be reborn if we ever meet again.
I mis old days, old foes and old woes.
Time has not turned back but memories have opened up old wounds and thats when i realise that the past is past, its time to open my present
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