Memory Lane


Tell me the good stuff, share the good times

Like filling a crystal goblet with a very fine wine

Salute, just keep the good ones alive

Forgive the rest and let them go

A weed-free garden of memories, handpicked just so

Where new seeds for new dreams may take root

Burst forth, blossom and flower, bear delicious fruit

Grow into majestic, hundred year-old oaks

Sweet memory lane’s very own tree-lined grove of hope

Where one may take a little trip from time to time

A place so sublime that the sun always shines

No choice but return to the Now with a contented smile

Ready, primed and revived

To refill and raise that crystal goblet with plenty more good times

And happy whiles


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