Memories linger there, in the corners of my mind,           

            Of days drinking the cup of youth. 

Moments taken lightly, so precious and lasting, 

            Now aged and seasoned, by that great measure, Truth. 

Silent times catch me now, parading by they go, 

            Those days shared and taken by us. 

I care not to go back again only to savor now, 

            Those times and time knowing full well, 

                                    Dark betrayal, golden trust.

by Tom Stratton