So many are the memories
of days that have past by
So many happy days and yet
There are days that we must cry
The script written by the man above
The pages having been turned
guided by what is his eternal love
Sometimes I have to answer why?
Angels tease of eternal love
Down below we wait our turn
Mom, Dad, Sis and me
And now it is only me
The early years just a memory
The girl in school--the crush
She too lost in the memory rush
New dreams, plans, the Master's hands
As a boy a major league player I would be
This old man who walks on wounded knee
Who'd a thought a poet I would try to be
Surely not a teachers taunting me
For they thought learning an impossibility
But memories really are the future
The possibilities of what might be
For each morning that I wake up to see
New things, new plans new memories for me
And when all those days a gone
Well I just be someone elses' memory?
Another raining day waiting for the Sun
Creating new memories when the day is done