Memories of a stolen youth that I treasure, <br />With happiness that I cannot measure, <br />For everything happens for a reason, <br />And it all matters in the passing seasons, <br />As I ride from day-to-day, <br />And every Sunday at church I pray, <br />Knowing I am thankful for what I got from above, <br />My life without heartache or fear: only love, <br />And I know that I am free, <br />And have all I could ever need, <br />For I am a truly blessed soul, <br />That steers this life and is truly in control, <br />For I love people, dance and music, <br />That I dance to every Friday night, <br />And I look forward to the Saturday morning light, <br />For I will be going shopping with my friends, <br />And their friendship isn't fake, <br />Isn't something they have to pretend, <br />And they don't take, take, take, <br />They give, too, <br />And help soothe me when I am blue, <br />For I am the luckiest person in the world, <br />A world filled with men, women, boys and girls, <br />And everyone I adore, <br />Nobody I dismiss or ignore, <br />For happiness is mine and I am truly in paradise, <br />For paradise isn't lost to this soul, <br />And on this ladder of life I take hold, <br />And this heart will never grow cold, <br />No matter my age or experience, <br />For I hold onto god and not the ways of the world, <br />And to this world I serve, yet make sure I am heard, <br />So everybody around this earth, <br />Remember you are all of worth, <br />And realise that heaven really is a place on earth, <br />And that you don't have to die to be happy.<br /><br />Paula Glynn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-i-treasure/
