Memories of days in the past
when my kids were young
the time went so fast
like a song sung
now its in the mid of june
I'm growing old
oh what a tune
these memories hold
now my grandkids remind me of my own
sweet little bundles of love
like seeds sown
by angels above
good memories seem to hurt the most
raising a tear
bad ones linger like a ghost
of a past fear
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