#2557-Gratifying
I like looking back,
As the years pass.
Each memory,
Left behind,
Is a reminder,
Of days drifting by.
It’s frustrating,
To not recall them all,
Yet I’m grateful,
For having felt each,
Inside and out.
I like looking back,
As the years pass.
Each memory,
Left behind,
Is a reminder,
Of days drifting by.
It’s frustrating,
To not recall them all,
Yet I’m grateful,
For having felt each,
Inside and out.