MEMORIES
I long for peace of yesteryear
When life at times stood still
With chance to think and be at ease
To do things at one’s will.
Roads were clear with traffic sparse
Time to walk at leisure
Fields of green without a brick
Life really was a pleasure
Collecting driftwood from the shore
To burn on open fire
Smell the seaweed soaked in brine
Were things to never tire
To breathe the unpolluted air
Walk on pastures new
The song of birds was joy to hear
But now these things are few
Life hurries by today I fear
Days go speeding past
But memories are here to stay
They do not fade they last.
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