Time shall or won't stand still.
Years pass by quickly,
Like a bird returning to its nest.
Seasons come and go,
In a blink of an eye.
We have our memories,
Of life at its best.
Love remains in the heart.
We never forget the ones who loved us,
But sadly there comes a time,
When one day we must part.
Memories are ours to hold,
Taking us back along the years.
Within our minds,
we reminisce,
Those days of pure gold.
Jayne Louise Davies
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