Memories
I remember being young and just talking
about the things we’d do when we’re old
about how we would enjoy our hot summers
and who we’d like to be next to when cold.
We would fantasize about all being millionaires
how big our houses would be…?
How many cars would fill up the driveway
how many great things we might see?
Maybe one of us might one day be famous?
achieving things where others might fail
then one day returning to the place it all started
...meet up with friends and drink ale.
We would day dream that life would get better
find it easier to navigate life’s paths
understood what it meant to be part of this blue world
and not to be deterred by life’s tasks.
Now that I’m old with just memories
of all that I’d dream that could be
I now dream of being young and just talking
and wake up with memories so sweet.
