Sometimes I can’t help remembering
My great grandma’s house in early spring
Oh such joy those old visions bear
Of beaches, sand and the salty air.
The wonderment of childhood may be
The remembrance of past memory
And lifestyles that have all gone astray
With the pleasantries of yesterday.
I wish that I could capture the time
Instead of watch as our lives decline
So sad, dear Lord, what was meant to be
Got lost in this new posterity !