Memories

Memories whispers of the past
that will forever live
Of good , bad, love , and pain
Echoes that forever lives with us

They're the only treaures we hold on to
When our bones are frail and our sight are dimmed
In the attics of the mind, they're stored with care
They awaken a smile that's true and rare

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Memories, like autumn, they rustle and fall
Fading with time, yet never loosing their essence
They tag around, and wait for the moment so rare
For in their gentle touch, we find our way

Moments of laughter, of joy, and pain
Moments that all count in the end
Let's cherish this whispers of old
They're beauty that will forever last.