The echoes of the past walk with us
We think we have forgotten
But in a tiny corner of our mind
They wait for us to find
You see an old photo
Friends long gone, names hard to recall
Yet the more you look and look
Memories come back like opening a book
You go out to explore old haunts
Nothing seems the same
Yet round one bend you know
You recognise and memories flow
You open a long-closed box
Knick-knacks galore, what the hell
Yet each one slowly triggers happy days
As wonderful memories return in a blaze
So, where would we be without those memories
Yes, they might need a prompt now and then
Bur revisiting tells us what shaped our road
And don’t we smile when happy memories flow.