MEMORIES

The dromedary days of yesterday's haze
Rise slowly from within your head
And the outspoken phrases return with a smile
The childlike ideas unsaid

For when we are young and na´ve with age
Our thoughts could encompass the world
But as we grow old we learn as we're told
And our innocence like a flag unfurls

All too quickly time will pass
And our hair shall turn to gray
But the memories of youth will be close to our hearts
In pictures of children at play.

Suzanne M. Kelly



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