The Past

A loving place where I did once dwell

But will never be allowed to return

You are the spring that feeds the stories I tell

The keeper of the things that I have learned


Each step I take is filled with memories

From a life that I once knew

Every smell from flower and tree

Pulls my thoughts back to you


There in those backyards of my memories

I recall my pledge from so long ago

That I will remain open and free

And cling to youth and never let go

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