Make your memories while you’re young
In sweetness and
in simple joy.
Learn to laugh and
run and play
In every action
you employ.
Moving at the
speed of sound
Across a meadow’s
open spaces,
No competing – win
or lose -
No first or
failure in your races.
Only freedom in
the moment.
Happy, smiling,
friendly faces
Greet you at the
frantic finish with
Loving arms and
warm embraces.
Deep within the
far recesses
Lock these
treasures in your heart
That you may find
and fond recall
When trials beckon
every mile.
For I am you and
you are me
And time will
never see us part
Or lose the
precious bounty of
The memories that
make us smile.
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