Memories:
They're something we look back on,
To bring us a smile when we are down.
To envisage a person,
Much rather than wearing a frown.
They take us back by the tick of a clock
Whether it be a watch, a compass, or down by a dock
That harbours ships which sail daily
To a land that used to move ever so gracefully.
As you get older, your memory becomes flawed,
And you soon forget what many have already forgotten.
Alas, there's one thing left that can bring back the art;
Just always remember to trust in your heart.
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