Sometimes I Wander My wandering mind took my hand, and walked me through the ages. I marveled at things I�d forgot, looking through the book. Pictures reveled brilliantly, not faded any more. Faces smiled a welcome back, I took a second look. The happy ones remembered well, the bad ones a little dim. Maybe I can use the bad ones, try and right the wrong. Some I had that chance to do, I guess it slipped my mind. Now I�ve made the time to spare, I hope they�ve all not gone. They say the mind will sometimes go, I�m glad mine went this way. To relive all the memories saved, some gone so long. Some so sad I nearly cried, but worth the pain and tears. So maybe ones I know right now, won�t leave all alone. The Masked Writer <-.-> (C) 2001 T Lovett |