My eyes may not see
clearly now,
As they did years
ago...
I may not move my
bones as fast,
And have to take it
slow.
But all the memories
that I made,
Are neatly filed
away...
To be remembered and
looked at,
In light of each
new day.
Sometimes I have to
search a bit,
For special one to
find...
Still it is there
and will emerge,
With effort
from my mind.
I pass the hours
of lonely days,
By doing what
works best...
Sift through the
memories that I've filed,,
Then put them back
to rest.
Those memories
can bring a smile,
With things that I
remember,
Kept from the spring
time of my life,
Warm me in Life's
December.
(c) Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi playing is:
As Long As I Live
