My Memories of You |
By Dale Willett |
My memories are precious,
My memories of you. I treasure them dearly; I keep them hidden from view. In the vault of my mind, With no lock and no key, It cannot be opened By anyone but me. I take them out From time to time To polish and clean them, Keep them fresh in my mind. To keep you here near me, And to never forget How valuable they are To me, and yet I still feel so poor, So alone and deprived Because you’re no longer among us, You’re no longer alive. So I cry to myself, As I lay down to sleep, And I still cling to you Through the memories I keep. |