Memories

Memories

Looking back on the sand that we walked apon,
I see only faint traces of the footprints we left.

As I watch the wind blow the prints away,
I run trying to save its place.

Reaching in every direction to grab each and every grain,
only to feel it slip between my fingers.

With each gust of wind more and more sand is displaced,
leaving less and less of our prints.

With hopeless fear I sit, remembering,
every print, each way they were made.

I start to smile, remembering the hours of laughter,
hours of fun and hours of tears.

As I get up and begin to walk, I take a last look back.
and watch the last of the prints blow away.

And I see faint ones, the same prints all around me,
The memories of them are still with me.

So I hold on tight to the memories, of all that was,
and I smile......... it was all worth it.

Music:The Way We Were, Barbara Streisand