It's so sad how much I hated this year <br />Yet every week further I miss the week no longer here <br /> <br />New friends are made old friends are lost <br />Just like the summer changes to winter's frost <br /> <br />Another year passes your another year older <br />Each year gained is like memories put into a folder <br /> <br />Until it fills up and needs to be tossed <br />More memories will be gained, and still more lost<br /><br />Rodney Quills<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-121/
