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Created on: October 13, 2008
I REMEMBER
I remember when the days were long
and my friends were too many to count
I remember all the silly things
we'd play, draw and shout out
I remember when it was safe to run
through the park down the street
I remember it made us feel really grown up
to play footsies with our feet
I remember when I started to date
the cute guys at my school
I remember it made me feel popular
and everyone thought I was cool
I remember meeting the man I would marry
content to start a new life
I remember being disappointed years later
after becoming his lonely wife
I remember having my children
gave me strength, meaning and love
I remember all the wonderful things
they would do, just because
I remember moving around a lot
trying to find a place to be
I remember how I worked my butt off
so I would be taken seriously
I remember the day I realized
I was having a little trouble
My thoughts regarding the past
were becoming a little scrambled
I could no longer remember
the stories of yesterday
I could no longer remember the times
I had something important to say
I could no longer remember
what I had bought that day at the store
I could no longer remember
what I had for dinner the night before
I've realized my memories are few and far between
That my days are becoming numbered
and soon, I won't remember what I've seen
So I keep my memories safe and sound
in photographs on the wall
It's how I remember who I am
until the good lord comes to call
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