Inside me are the memories,
That surface now and then,
A face,
A name,
A wonderful day,
Memories take me far away,
To a time in the past,
A pleasant walk along the hills,
A happy time of youth fulfilled,
A sentimental song,
That brings back those memories,
Then makes me wish,
I still belong,
Back in those days,
Loving those memories,
In so many ways.
For they are my life's past,
Remembering those good days,
That have flown by so fast.
Jayne Davies
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