In the quiet corners of my mind,
Where shadows of the past unwind,
Echoes of days long gone by,
Gently stir, as time slips by.

The laughter of a distant spring,
The songs that youthful hearts would sing,
Moments etched in faded light,
Resurrected by the night.

Faces of friends and lovers dear,
Woven in a tapestry so clear,
Through the lens of memory’s eye,
They live again, though years roll by.

And though the world keeps turning fast,
These whispers of a cherished past,
Remind me of the paths I’ve crossed,
And all the love that was never lost.