This is an old poem. I like it very much.
There’s a place in my memory.
A place with green grass growing near rocks that jut up,
While the ocean smashes against the shore
And wind, sweet wind blows.
Sun shines down on you and me
So young and so free;
Right then, that day was the only day.
Tomorrow was forever away and never coming.
There’s a place in my memory
Where birds flutter and dance in the breeze.
We would collect shells on the rocky shores.
We’d run through the grass and climb all day.
The squirrels chittered and yelled.
Where forever seemed like an hour.
The future was so promising.
It was all beautiful
And the world was so enormous.
There’s a place in my memory
That I dream of going to with you;
Where the beginning light of day
Mashes with the dark
And never ends.
Where we are young again
Where we are free again.
But I’m so forgetting these days.
The sun sets so quickly.
The birds have left.
The rocks are worn down.
The ocean has dried up.
I feel so lost right now
This isn’t the memory I made…
And the world is so small.
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Storied By Josh 