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Walking in my own back yard

Memories come back to me

Thinking of all that’s changed

The times that used to be

Walking up, towards the pond

Remembering when it wasn’t there

Thinking back to years ago

I stare and stare and stare

Continuing my journey,

I make it up the hill

Breathing in these memories

It really starts to kill

Remembering being little

Balloon lookout and such

I can’t believe these little times

That I miss so much

Thinking back to years ago

When snow covered the ground

Running fast, through the yard

And making a snow mound

I realize how much I miss

Going to the creek

Catching all those fish

That we’d have to seek

Going to the neighbors,

The cantrals and bogey too

That’s never gonna be again

There’s nothing I can do

Always at Joyce’s house,

Cutting from my yard

Taking pictures of her cats

These memories are hard

I keep on walking past the hill,

Going far as I can go

As I keep on walking,

Memories come and go

I then think of Gina,

Who always makes me sad

This same field in which I walk through,

Full of memories that I had

I then decide to turn around

Before I start to cry

This journey of my memories

Of times that passed me by.