Just as a robin in the spring
Returns, so do our memories bring
Us back to find the road ahead
Is one we have already tread

A memory can be bittersweet
Like lover’s eyes that never meet
And tender as a baby’s face
Or soldier’s welcome home embrace

They warm our toes like summer sands
But then can slip through aging hands
To lay forgotten on the beach
So close, yet so far out of reach

And though our memories we may share
With those who might pretend to care
They will remain, from start to end
A treasure only we can spend