Old memories never die <br />They lie dormant in our hearts <br />lurking till the moment comes <br />when suddenly they emerge <br /> <br />Time can change, the world can <br />become such a transit and computerized <br />world, a touch of a finger and its done <br /> <br />But memories remain the way we once <br />left them, not to be duplicated or even <br />re enacted <br /> <br />Our wealth may be taken, our posessions <br />may weather a bad storm and blow in the wind <br />But no one can take our memories <br /> <br />Dancing in the wind with old 45's in our mind <br />we can feel, smell, and taste the malt shop <br />where we all hung out, we can hear the songs' <br />of yesterday, and remember the words, a tear <br />will form, yes, and sometimes maybe two <br /> <br />Engulfed in our own bliss, the realization <br />comes to view, but we know, we can come <br />back tomorrow, as well as many tomorrows <br />to come, and still reach in our hearts for <br />the same golden songs that kept our memory <br />alive with vivid scenes of our innocence....... <br /> <br /> <br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />Bonnie Collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-of-yesterday/
