So many memories, new and old
Some good, some bad
Some bronze, some gold
Some of Mum, some of Dad
They sit in your mind
Waiting to appear
Many get entwined
And not very clear
But others, so clear
Yet years old and as vivid as today
When they appear
But many just need to go away
What are memoires so strange
They can make or ruin a day
And our lives can change
And joy can be taken away
But learn to cope
With your memories, good and bad
Let them all give you hope
And never make you sad,