Memories, My Friend

Memories please take my hand

And follow where I go.

For far too soon you’ll start to fade

And I will be alone.

I see it now in dreams I have

As they fade in and out

I try to hold them dear to me

But old age starts to shout!

“Memories it’s time to leave”

but what will I have left?

An empty heart, a simple gaze

A soul that is bereft.

So for today please take my hand

And guide me through the past

We’ll walk together one more time

Even though you will not last.

And when we meet next time my friend

When we hold hands again

My memories will all be new

And you’ll not leave me then.

So take my hand dear memories

And walk with me back home

Lets run together through open fields

Across prairies we will roam.

We’ll meet old friends and laugh with them

love those that are now gone

Swim in the dam, dance at the dance

And never be alone.