Memories; are the real and true treasures of Life.
Without the precious memories; we could not survive the strife.
Memories are the Blessing; which keeps us from going insane,
When times are really tough; and endless seems the pain.
Sometimes; memories are the only reason we have to smile.
Then life changes; and the memories are put on the shelf awhile.
They are never gone. Treasured; always in the heart.
Past, present; or future; Memories do have a very special part.
Sue Woodrow Lowry
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