Remembrance This place I've known for way too long has taken me and pulled me along I'm stuck just like a nail to wood and can find the time that had once stood for when I become so old and grey I want to remember a yesterday and not for reasons a daren't announce but times I wish would never run out . These times I'm living I cannot regret as soon they will be over and yet I still decide to do what I need to take care of myself not foolish or greed but for knowing that if some thing is worth doing than that it must not forgetting or shewing we will remember these times when grasped and scared they maybe but they will not pass to lightly through fingers that once were young now here all wrinkled and a lone shaking thumb we live our lives with the slightest or ease but when that door closes it will be ceased no more will you have the option that's open but a one way street left with love and devotion there is one place that is left too discover and in youth we will be there blind with each other.