The Memories Of What Was With Me Does Remain

The memories of what was with me does remain
When in fancy i visit my young years again
The joy of recognition when old friends i do meet
Many miles north of here in the Town of Millstreet
Familiar faces in the flesh i may never more see
But mental pictures of them are still living in me
The past in reality to the forever gone
But the memories of what was in me does live on
Though some of them now with the deceased does lay
In mental pictures the people of my young years have not aged a day
I feel enslaved by memories of what was of that i won't lie
Memories that will live in me till the day i do die
People in my mind who have not aged in memory young they remain
And in my flights of fancy i meet them again.

by Francis Duggan

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