MEMORIES

remembering what used to be

Memories

How sweet it is to ponder

At the pictures that you find

Trying to remember

 The memories in one's mind

A torn faded picture

Of the day that we first met

Hippie clothes and peace signs

I wish I could forget

And don't forget the posters

That we held up proud and tall

Protesting all those causes

We had to fight for all

Mini skirts and beehives

Mascara on my eyes

Remember how you loved those boots

That came up to my thighs

What about your Chevy

How proud she made you feel

We drove her out to Woodstock

Now and then you'd let her "peel"

We didn't have much money

Our love was all we had

Though it was many years ago

Sometimes I still feel sad

Those days are gone forever

Again the will never be

But we'll always have our memories

To share, just you and me

Reviews

[hmarieee]

This is a very wonderful poem :) I relly like it. Memories live on forever!

[Samith Pich]

What a wonderful, wonderful Poem Barbara. It's poignant, simple and so true to life, I don't think you have to readily identify with the Woodstock time period to really get the poem, because I get it, and we have all lived it. It's a sweet, sad poem but one that honours us rather than dramatises loss. Even if they're just our memories, we are share the fact that we have them

Thanks for sharing Barbara

Samith