Avenues of memories

Walking down the
avenues of memories

of my mind

and I seem to recall

faces and places

that's lost time

and

hideaway

like some ancient rhyme

that hasn't heard for
some times

 

Is it a crime to
believe in yourself

as you walk along this
world

and recall mysterious
voices

in your mind

 

 

The road of life

speed along

like the

speed of light

and

at times

seem to call you

in the night

when you wonder

what you said or did

and

some part you want to
relived

but

father time is calling
and soon it will be drawing

 

It's a simple thing

life for turning

and

twist

in the road

that in life makes you

who you are

 

 

Walking down the
avenues of memories of my mind

and I seem to recall

faces and places

that's lost time

and hideaway

like some ancient rhyme

that hasn't

been

heard for some time