The Evolution of a Slyman

Old Memories (an old poem)

Sing us a song, Old Memories
That melody brings it all back to me
We were so young in those days
The world was the field in which we played
We weren’t afraid of anything
Chancing all Lady Luck would bring
Our souls filled with fire that slowly burns
The lessons of life, we had yet to learn

And I’d give anything to bring, life back to the words you sing
Old Memories please come to me, you are all that’s left of a dream

Conjure a spell that’ll take us there
Back where the feeling was so pure
Give back what I’ve missed so much
Breathe in new life to this withered touch
I remember how the new day would sing
of the treasure’s our old friend Chance would bring
Our spirits would soar way above the sky
Make it the last feeling before I die

No one can change what we’ve exchanged, they can’t make us feel ashamed
What we’ve done and what we’ve shared, those Old Memories can’t be repaired

One day I’ll call on you old friend
To bring back the times of old again
As we talk of the things we used to know
That weak old flame will begin to glow
Brighter with each memory it’ll grow
I think to myself “How I’ve missed you so”
I keep Old Memories in my heart
Right where they’ve been from the start

And I’d give anything to bring, life back to the words you sing
Old Memories please come to me, you are all that’s left of a dream

So sing us a song Old Memories, Remind us of how things used to be.

-T.C. Downey 2002

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