Memories

Memories are the pictures you painted

That now hangs in the gallery of your life,

But you did know at the time

That those portraits would be worth anything;

That is not until now when you reflect

And that they are priceless.

Memories are the songs you sung

As walked along life’s path

And now their echo reverberates

As your heart beats a little slower,

But it is never out of tune

For the orchestra is still playing.