If I had a slice of my past,
To lock within myself,
To open when I wanted,
I'd choose a time of laughing,
A joyful time of fun,
I'd choose a time that tried me,
Through things I know I've done
Then when I was feeling low,
Or struggling with what to do,
I'd open up my memory,
And judge my moment through
But to pick such a moment,
To cherish, save, and keep,
Has proven very difficult,
As I've gathered up a heap