Our Happy Memories

 Our happy memories of our younger years

Often does bring us to or close to tears

Good memories of your youth in the town far away

Will remain in you until your dying day

You often think of the first love of your life

The young woman who was not to become your wife

You left her to see the big World out there

When your yearning for to travel took you to elsewhere

As a happily married grandfather you feel life has been good to you

With your beautiful lifetime partner who to you is true

Yet the memories remain of your first hometown

And the old streets you often walked up and down

The football games with your teenage friends in the town park you did play

Some of them as home bodies at home choose to stay

And like you the hair on their balding heads grey

And some of them where the deceased are now lay

And some with happy memories like you of their first hometown far away

And though like you in their homeplace they did not choose to stay

And like you the happy memories today they retain

Of the what used to be for them but will not be again