Remember how things used to be--
Remember how we laughed...
Time stood still, we used to dream,
That time would never pass away;
Things would never change...

But time went on, and we moved on--
Forging seperate paths...
The life we shared was left behind--
But lives on in dreams...

For time will bring sweet memories...
And we'll remember how we used to laugh.

by Celia Tracy

copyright © 2001 Celia Tracy