My Youth of Yesterday

Empty now…this bench we knew,

The time and place when we were young.

So long ago…those memories,

Of love and youth and having fun.

 

Wrinkled faces passing by,

Oh if they could see.

Warm summer days of long ago,

The days of you and me.

 

So true you were…my friend for years,

Always standing near.

What will I do when you are gone,

And we shall talk no more.

 

Stay with me…a little while,

Before you go away.

Let me taste the wine again,

My youth of yesterday.

 

Copyright © 2011 LeRoy Dean All Rights Reserved

Life Is A Journey

The way it used to be,

The way we were,

Two kids in love,

Life’s road unsure.

Life is a journey to be experienced…lived…enjoyed. As we come closer to the end of life’s journey looking back brings smiles…laughter…tears. We remember the good times…the “crazy” times…the sad times. We recall those whose journeys ended all too soon. We have learned how important each day is. We have learned to believe in ourselves…each other…and God.

We continue, not knowing how long or short the rest of the journey will be.

We continue to remember all that has been before.

We anticipate all that is to come.

We take each day for what it is…a gift to do with as we will.

We remember yesterday…

we live today…

we hope for tomorrow.

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