Memories

If we had the chance to do it all again, wouldn't we,
that's the beauty of heaven, we're back in mystery,
exactly the same with God smiling with oneness,
I made you dance - reward me with your happiness.

Isn't it rich, send in the clowns, for laughs not downs,
strangely back is forward, there are no sad frowns;
wine and virgins anathema to some religious creed,
and yet they seem to want them with zealous greed.

We see sad faces, like children with no presents,
meanwhile, our old photos are re-lived with no regrets,
in fact, they become timeless, boring is beautiful,
and beyond the bystanders uninformed dull conceptual.

Of course, we can't all climb into old photographs,
but we did and no one could remove those old laughs.