As The days pass by, <br />And the kids ride painted horses, <br />Families smile again, <br />Remember the memories, <br />The memories of the Painted Horses, <br />The time when you were a kid, <br />And a time when a dollar was a dollar, <br />You spent it fast, <br />And without circumstance, <br />Remember the memories of Painted Horses. <br />When Prom flew by, <br />And your date was again forgotten. <br />And your pressure was there to stay. <br />Remember the memories of Painted Horses. <br />When your daughter was born, <br />And all the faces were there, <br />Smiling forever forth. <br />Remember the memories of Painted Horses. <br />Wake me when it's over, <br />Before the clock strikes Midnight, <br />Show me the memories that are now forgotten. <br />Show me, <br />My painted Horses.<br /><br />M.A. Wood<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painted-horses/
