For as long as you possess the gift of memory
Your past will live in you as it does live in me
Old friends you remember some with the dead lay
And others you have not seen for many a day
Fond memories of your old hometown you retain
And on your flights of fancy you visit there again
And as you walk on a once familiar street
Some friends of the past you are happy to meet
In the lunch hour in the school yard with them games you did play
Before the lust of the wander did lure you away
To big towns and cities in the big World out there
Far from where you were born and raised you would grow old elsewhere
And though you may never visit your first home-town again
Good memories of what was today you retain.
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