OLD MEMORIES

by: James J. Metcalfe

There are those special memories
We cherish through the years,
The ost of them are happy ones
A few are touched by tears.

They all become more beautiful
The older now they grow,
And with their age they take their place
As days of long ago.

They are the pictures of a past
For which we sometime 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 elsewise help the heart.

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