by Lily Ashford   Sep 2, 2012

Thinking back on memories
Memories of the past
Looking back on a life
That passed by so fast

All the forgotten trinkets
Friends no longer known
Old bricks and mortar
That slowly becomes a home

Family that have moved
Parents that have passed
Children who have grown
Nothing seems to last

A rose that is blooming
Will always smell sweet
And when it wilts its petals
Do not cry or weep

For it is mother nature
All things have their time
And love fills those moments
That make us feel alive


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