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What I write
With paper and pen
Recalling old memories
Again and again.
A sweet smile
A gentle touch
Departed friends and family
That I miss so much.
As I think
Of those I can recall
But as like my youth
Some I don't remember at all.
As time
Will make memories fade
As records
Too many times played.
Remembering the memories
I continue to try
And most likely will
Until the day I die.
You will be you
As I will be me
For what was
And what use to be.
(c) 2010 T.LaFountain
