There are those special memories, which we cherish thru the years, Thou most of them are happy ones; a few are touched by tears. They all become more beautiful the older now we grow, And they take their place as days of long ago. They are the pictures of the past for which we sometimes yearn. But which we know so well is gone and which cannot return. They have no market value in our commerce of today, They are not even anything that we can give away. And yet those memories can play a most important part, As they inspire or console or else wise help the heart.
