When we first have our memories of times gone by,
We think wistfully about them, we smile and then sigh.
Those memories we hold close to our heart grow,
To become richer memories that continue to grow.
Memories of childhood we often think about,
When we were free to be children, to scream and shout.
Memories of our teenage and adolescent rebellious years,
Come to our minds, without the heartache and the tears.
We think of our young hearts and the love it felt,
We think of those sweet smiles, that our hearts did melt.
Remnants of memories we hold in our minds and in our hearts,
We were part of relationships, that stole and captured our hearts.
The last remnants of memories gradually and silently drift away,
Like the disappearing season of summer, when autumn comes to stay.
Over the years, we are left with small portions of larger memories,
That fall away like yellow leaves, from large standing trees.