Memories come skipping by,
Swiftly flashing before my eyes,
Darting in, darting out of my mind,
Bringing happiness, creating smiles.

Days of yesteryear flit around,
Catching memories in hidden veils,
Floating about so gleefully,
Rushing along life’s separate trails.

Hauntingly gliding along memory lane,
Leaving tidbits of bygone days,
Seeking shelter less they are forgotten,
Continue roaming in a timeless craze.

Gayle Davis
March 14, 2003©
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