Where Memories Never

Grow Old

Passing time changes many things

But memories of my childhood home

Remain the same each passing year

Fond memories of a time long gone.

I can picture a rustic red house

Sitting between some pretty trees

My moments in the yard there

Enjoying cool summer breezes.

Passing years does change things

But some memories I'll always hold

In a special part of my heart

Where memories never grow old.

Ralph L. Clark © 2001