Memories are all i have left to enjoy
Of when i was a primary school-going boy
And my love of Nature was beginning to grow
In the fields of the rook and the silver backed crow
But going back the years this now seems long ago
And time that ages everyone has become my foe
But i feel lucky to have the greatest gift anyone does possess
A greater gift by far than any form of success
That i will lose on the day i will die
Life is our greatest gift is not a lie
Some i went to school with among the deceased does lay
And the others like me are showing time's decay
But for as long as i live fond memories with me will stay
Of the place where i first looked on the lamp of day.
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