Those happy memories when I was young
Those good long walks along the path
Walking as free as the breeze
Together we shared a good old laugh.
Those sad days when I was a girl
And realised that my love was gone
All my hatred built up inside
Now with my heartbreak oh so long.
Those funny things had happened
With all the sad things inside
But outside my face was glowing
even if my smile sometimes lied.
Those old things kept in so long
Those memories I keep to myself
I will write them all down
For a book on my shelf.
By me, in 75 years time.
(probably not, but who cares)