I walk the paths of yesterday;
The memories of my youth pass by.
I see them clearly in my mind,
At times I feel I want to cry.
I think about the life I live,
And though it’s troubled, still I smile.
There’s someone there to help me through,
So I’ll be happy for a while.
I dream about the days to come,
And when I wake, the dreams don’t end.
The future will not frighten me,
If I can share it with a friend.
July 4, 1989
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