So Many Fond Memories Poem by David Boyce

So many fond memories

As I gaze out of the window,
To the scenery outside,
I think of all my family,
Who in my lifetime have died.

So many fond memories,
I have buried deep inside,
Like playing games with my family,
Trying my best to hide.

The visits to the seaside,
With members of the workman's hall,
Playing on the beach and in arcades,
Until we had a final call.

There are so many family relatives,
Who I will remember in my own way,
And I am sure they will be waiting,
To greet me, on my dying day.

Written by David Boyce
11 May 2026