The Memories Remain

Cycling with my friends

Down narrow country lanes

Sunshine on our bare arms

The summers come again.

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The bikes we received for Christmas

Broke free from their winter constrains

Like us, a life unleashed once more

Soaked in the summer rains.

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My memory returns me to that Long lost time

Where nothing seemed impossible

Where dreams came true in my mind’s eye

Though small boys dreamed small dreams.

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Now the bikes are long gone

and most of my best friends too

They disappeared like my thick blonde hair

Though the memories remain,

Yes, those pure sweet times are gone and done

Though the memories remain.