Old things are more beautiful
than many things brand new
Because they bring fond memories
of things we used to do.
Old things are more beautiful,
more precious day-by-day.
Because they are the flowers
we planted yesterday.
Memories are heartbeats
Sounding through the years
Echoes never fading
Of our smiles and our tears.
Moments that are captured
Sometimes unaware
Pictured in an album
Or a lock of hair.
Memories are roses
Blooming evermore
Full of fragrant sweetness
Never known before.
Life must have a meaning
Goals for which to strive
Memories are lights that burn
To keep the heart alive.
For u, my precious friend,
Shanti
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