Each and ever memory in its own form
Have their own true stories so to tell
They give on sight telapathic vibes
Of the experiences they lived so well
We see them every day around in life
And their stories we can as if hear
As they still live to tell us of a time
Their stories ever real and to them dear
Lessons we can all still learn from them
Of things in time gone by we never knew
All to be heard by souls that stop to listen
Of memories many stories ever real and true
We so often just walk past upon a day
And do not stop to take in the stories told
To listen to what these memories have to say
Of away back then in their days of old.