The note's I keep daily, echo in my mind. Of love's lost , of older day's, of things I left behind.

These memories I hold dearly, they are my life you see.  Of younger days, of slower ways, of things that use to be.

The friends I once was fond of, the joy they brought to me.  I no longer know their name's, their faces I cant see.

Yesteryears have come and gone places never again I'll see. How my heart aches for, things that use to be.

My hand's grow tired my hair is gray, my eyes, its hard to see.

I look into the mirror who is that looking back at me. With lines and wrinkles everywhere, Oh God can that be me.

Dedicated to my Dad Tom.

WEB MISTRESS: HEATHER

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JULY 2006