Friday, February 21, 2014

Children

Children 


Remember all those precious days, now known as distant past 
Times when every day you wished, would never end and last
The kisses in the cinema... so secret in the dark
The walks in summer sunshine, hand in hand around the park
Remember every heartache on those nights you sobbed and cried
Exactly where you were when it was said that Elvis died
The songs you liked to dance too, with the words that meant so much
Special times with arms wrapped around you, the gentlest of touch
Many things of innocence, important from our youth
When aged are only memories of love and hope and truth
But youth it does continue... even if... just in the mind
As all of us are children... only some are grey and lined 

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