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Those Years Brian L. Davis Back through the years my mind goes wondering again I go back to a time with blonde hair and a body thin The seasons of youth when time had no meaning at all And I thought I was invincible and ten feet tall A child's paradise where life has no mortality rate A place where a heart could never know hate Those years seem to be another planet now Sometimes I feel the need to get them back somehow The fountain of youth is eluding my will And it seems I spend more time just sitting still Letting arthritis take a toll on my bones And working to hard to pay off my loans Not spending enough time at play and enjoying home All of a sudden those years are gone It's interesting how life seems simple and then You wake up one day missing a friend Time caught up with them and took them away And you start thinking will I be called today Wondering how I have eluded that call I start to appreciate more the things I have saw Then realizing that I have been so blessed I'm able to live and get some rest Time doesn't seem to be such an enemy then As I remember those years with a grin The days of youth have faded and they are gone And the world's not the same now that I'm grown But I wouldn't trade a day or go back a year Because a new day of life can be so dear If you could go back and change one thing Who know's what heartache it could bring The life you live can only change as you go To change the past is impossible I know The courage to change the things you can And to embrace the things you can't Is the definition of that of a saint Which I ain't I have lived those years and they were fun But the future is mine until I'm done With thoughts of the past sometimes remembered in tears I'm afraid to trade one tomorrow for all those years As Long As Memory Last James A. Osteen Jr We are building memories each and every day. Tomorrow we will need them to help us on our way. For as we put the years on and aging takes its toll. More and more we're gaining less and less control. But if we have the memory of what once used to be. Then we can go to places that other eyes can't see. And there among the treasures we've preserved along the way. We will find the something time hasn't took away. And again these hands can hold nuggets from the past. One's that we will cherish as long as memory last. Family Holiday Simon Icke It's the time of year for the family treat, Time to leave our little street. Stopped the milk, stopped the papers, Don't forget to tell the neighbours. The car is packed to the hilt, It looks as though it's on a tilt! On the motorway in a jam, This is no way to get a tan! Bed & Breakfast or Self Catering, Which holiday will you be taking? Mum's not cooking any more, She wants a break from family chores. On the beach, jump in the sea, There's lots of fun for you and me... Sandcastles to build, shells to collect, Catch a crab in your net. Tall and thin, short and fat, 'Surely I don't look like that.' Where's my hat? My head is burning!' 'It's the same each year you're never learning!' Promenading in the evening, Be careful, what you are seen in. Boy catches eye of a lovely girl; Enough to send his heart in a twirl. People watching, happy faces. Chatter , chatter in so many places. Old people sat in deckchairs, Remembering the fun of youth, at seaside fairs. Two weeks are up, it's gone so fast, I thought it was too good to last! Say goodbye to friends you've made, And don't forget to take home your bucket and spade! In memory of a typical British family holiday in the 50's and 60's.

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