We have memories throughout our time
Filling in each rhythm and rhyme
We’ve taken pictures each and every day
And they flood in from every way
We saw mountains grand and sunsets vast
And moments we hoped would always last
Love and hurt are rolled into one
How is it that they are all done?
Theses snapshots show who we really are
Living through this life so far
These pictures add up like treasures gold
Living our life, how we want to hold
A memory, a snapshot
A scene captured in time
A picture, a snapshot
To live forever mine
We have memories filling our picture tome
And they always bring us back home
Remembering the bad and the best
Until we find our place to rest.
© Duane Windell Phillips
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