Memories-1919 An eighty year old couple wereSitting on their porch one day. They were talking and reminising about The "good 'ole days." "We were stronger then," he said, "We were young and wild and free." I took a glimpse of his hands, They were cracked and worn, Withered and mysterious. I was mesmerized by the Seemingly endless stories of their lives. They were full of Parties and dancing, Tending children and farms. Days of sitting, As they are now, On their porch, Drinking wine and smoking cigars. And suddenly, he says, With a heavy sigh, "Times sure have changed." And as I look down at his wife, A tear full of happy memories Leaves a trail As it runs, Down her cheek. |
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