As time passes on I have'nt a clue, Of where the

time went,but thats nothing new.

I'm used to it now,but I ponder still, as I strain

to remember but guess I never will.

Age plays a part,It knows it's role well.

No way to deny,I'm under its spell.

My hands shake a bit,and I don;t stand as tall, as

yesterday I did,But you know thats not all.

My words sometime slur,and don't come out clear,so

I'm misunderstood,but thats not my biggest fear.

My sweet memories of you,bring me great peace.

Though somethings are gone forever, this I must

keep.

For without memories of you,how could I be me?

My life held no meaning till I held you.

So I hold fast to my memories now,thats the best I

can do.

As time passes on.

Paul Brooks Copyright c2007 Paul David Brooks